...fifteen/threehundredsixtyfive...

Everyday should be friday.  My fantastic wife undecorated the house [so it's no longer Christmas] there's fancy chipotle shredded beef tacos on the dinner menu, the kids aren't fighting, I'm not on-call this weekend and I'm drinking a beer.  Doesn't get much better.

Fifteen days into this and all day now I try to think about the photo I will eventually take.  It rarely hits me until I actually pick up the camera.  It's 5:15pm and I still don't know.  I glance at my wife who looks amazing as usual...it may be her tonight.  Still no idea.  I'll get back to staring at her now...

I hereby reserve the right to make all of you look at her whenever I am at a loss for unique ideas.