In an effort to make space for all of the t-shirts that I seem to be unable to resist purchasing, I spent a great part of one day last week trying to convince myself to part company with a few of the least-favorite ones.

There just isn't space anymore for all of them.

Grudgingly, I was able to eliminate five or so. Finally. It wasn't easy. There's some type of self-expression that t-shirts represent, and it's hard (with so many awesome examples that I own) to eject certain aspects of my personality. There's a psychological aspect to it that I came up against and it was...difficult.

Having space to store everything that was clean, though - that made me feel great.

Then, yesterday, I fell off the t-shirt wagon again & purchased a t-shirt with the little Verite logo while I was getting coffee and a substandard cupcake at Cupcake Royale in West Seattle:



See why I can't resist that old-fashioned video camera thingy??

I want to make films. And I do, sometimes. And, perplexingly, I have recently taken to using variations of the phrase, "oh, how THERE'S your money shot." I've been known to use it in meetings at work, on phone calls with long-distance friends, to my sister, and girls at bars. I was hanging out with Huntley the other day & we were playing a complex version of Thomas & Friends Ramrod All The Cast & Crew of CARS - - and he effected a GIANT cascading multi-symphonic crash that was simply awesome.

"Now Huntley, THAT'S a money shot!" I cried, and he did too! "MY MONEY SHOT!" shouted the 3-year-old.

Forgive me, I only learned what a "real" money shot is last night. Ironically, from Huntley's dad.

And let me say: it DOES have to do with film. But not the kind I want to make.

TOMORROW: I fly to Salt Lake City to have a perfectly Zionic adventure! Backpacking! Biking! Dayhikes! Giggling under the stars! Big carby dinners! SLOT CANYONS! And more...

((In fact, I just checked in online, and I'm number A-27....a very good omen!!))

Now THAT'S a money shot.