Welp, sorry to slap this one your way, not intended to traumatize. Just foolin' around with the tripod so I can take a few shots of me for 'The Mom', minus the shades and different shirt of course. I chat with her for over 1 hour every Sunday AM (Mom in TX), and I'm gettin' real tired of the same conversation slippin' in that I thought some may enjoy, goes like this --

Mom - "Debra June, now where is my pictur?"
Me - "Well, I'm still lookin' for that perfect spot."
Mom - "You liein' devil you! You jist don't want me ta have no picturs of you."
Me - "Mama, you got plenty of pictures of me."
Mom - "Well, I don't have no resent one, they all before you got old."
Me - "Mom, you a true Texas Smartaxx."
Mom - "I know it, and I'm only gonna git worse until I git my pictur!"
Me - "I sent you a picture of me not long ago with gray hair."
Mom - "Debra, you got that doo rag thing on and I want to take it with me to Sunday School."
Me - "Mama, you just gonna take my picture to church for show and tell. They just gonna look at it, smile, then talk amongst themselves about what a skanky daughter you have!"
Mom - "DEBRA JUNE, JIST SEND ME A DAMX PICTUR BEFORE I COME UP THERE AND WHOOP YOUR AXX LIKE THE GOOD OLE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me - "Yes, ma'am."

Sure hope Mama stayin' put for now---