On my way to the photographer this morning, I saw a large man with colorful tattoos on his bulging arms. He had very little hair–mostly shaved. He wore a white wife beater and jeans. Anyone know why they call those tank tops wife beaters? And…he was pushing a stroller. I had to laugh when I noticed the incongruency. Did I actually see a tattooed, body builder pushing a stroller? I didn’t see a child in the stroller. It’s too bad I didn’t have my camera and couldn’t have stopped to snap a photo if I had.

No, sadly, I won’t be taking the pictures today. I will be in front of the camera. I have a casting call for HP this morning. I touched up my eyebrows (absolutely necessary) and had a little accident. Hopefully it won’t show up in the photos. I don’t have Tahitian dance practice today, so I will have to find something else to do for the afternoon. Perhaps I should get out my camera and take photos. It’s a beautiful day here.