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The Mild Girlfriend and I recently went to Costco to develop a bunch of photos we had taken. They actually did something weird with them, so that half of them ended up cropped in unexpected ways. That, however, was not the interesting bit (we're basically going to get those re-done). The interesting bit was the pictures themselves. As we were going through them, I was reminded of several funny events:

  • The "I took this one of you guys" sunrise picture
    So, the Mild Girlfriend and I were moving a bunch of her stuff a few months back. We had to be out of the apartment pretty darn early, so we had gotten up early to pack stuff into cars. It was early enough that by the time we finished putting everything away, it was time for breakfast. We were both a bit tired, so we figured we'd just munch on some snacks in front of our cars. Now, our cars just so happened to be near the beach (this was Santa Cruz, after all), so we basically had breakfast while watching the water. Neither of us really thought anything of it, until a guy approached us from behind.

    Guy: "Hey, so this might sound a little weird, but I was walking, and I took this picture of you guys."
    Us: "Um, okay."
    Guy: "It looks really good, figured you'd want it. Here, lemme show you."
    Us: "Um .... wait, you're right, that is a cool shot."
    Guy: "I can send it to you."
    Me: "Sure. What do you want, like an email or something?"
    Guy: "Nah, just gimme your number, I'll text it to you."
    Me: "Uh ... okay, it's XXX-XXX-XXXX."
    Guy: "Great, here you go." (walks away)

    And just like that, there was a photo of the two of us at sunrise. It was one of the most interesting ways to acquire a picture ever.
  • The giraffe alfajor
    There was once an episode of Full House where the young children have to feed and care for the adults. The whole point was to teach the kids to be less demanding and to appreciate what they had. However, my memory of this was a bit where the adults keep making one of the kids give them different kinds of ice. Exasperated, she sarcastically proclaimed something to the effect of, "arg! Would anyone like their ice in the shape of little animals?!"

    This particular memory was the source for a joke: I once asked for my food in the shape of a giraffe. It was entirely a joke, but then the Mild Girlfriend went and actually did it. We are proud owners of a giraffe cookie cutter. She originally used it to make brownies, but we ended up using them to make alfajores at some point, too. You should have seen just how much I giggled when we were making those.
  • The grapefruit picture
    We were both so amused by the story of the grapefruits that we decided to get an actual print of that picture. It doesn't look like much, but we both started cracking up when we saw it again. That's the sign of a winner right there.
  • The protest picture
    When the Mild Girlfriend and I went to Los Angeles, we also made some time for ourselves. There were a couple of restaurants that we made a point to try, since they had good food. For these purposes, though, the important part was that one of these restaurants was large and had a sign with its name on it. I was worried about blocking people's path to the door, so I didn't want to take any pictures. The Mild Girlfriend suggested otherwise.

    Do you happen to remember that old school song that goes "I fought the law and the law won?" Yeah, that just popped into my head for some reason. Regardless, we didn't block anyone's way, but I joked that I took the picture under protest. Seeing that picture also led to a few more laughs.
  All in all, this whole picture taking business leads to more amusement than I ever expected. I think we're going to have to do a bunch more of it.

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