Thursday, July 20, 2006


...which elf I am. H took this photo in Watson, SK. on our way to Moose Jaw today. After that I came up with a song. It goes like this: "what's in Watson"...

I took this photo myself. I call it Self-portrait of the artist as a not-so-young ma'am.


GM said...

Snickers the Poetic Elf of Flat-Country Slap-Happiness?

Anonymous said...

I just about fell out of my chair trying to determine if you'd been eaten by a shark or turned into an elf. The ears gave it away. You look frighteningly adorkable. (No, that is not a typo.)

Remind me to show you a picture of the gay elves of Estevan sometime. Almost entirely worth making a December road trip for because nothing quite says "Christmas" like a phalanx of gay elves pole-dancing down mainstreet. I kid you not.

Also, thesis has been handed in. One more hurdle leaped with my usual grace. (Careful.)

Anita Daher said...

Bwaa-ha! Self portrait of the...haha...not-so-young-Ma-am...Hee-hee-hee :-)

Brenda Schmidt said...

har har G. I'm surprised you didn't comment on the elf's hairy chest.

I decided not to post H's pictures of me and Watson's 25 foot tall, 1500 pound Santa. In lieu of a lap, I sat on Santa's boot. Not a good look.

Congratulations on the thesis, Paula Jane! Adorkable! Ha.

Nice to see you're back from your trip, Anita.