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I had just poured myself a glass of Famous Grouse and was standing in the living room. I was trying to decide if I should stay and watch some telly with Gabba, or head back to the office and browse a photoblog or 2, or 3 (my latest favs btw).
She was watching Men in Trees. There was some dialog going on while Ann Heche was fixing the shower head in her apartment (I don't know why, I didn't see the rest of the story). She (Anne) said she loved sleeping on her 500 count sheets.
I asked Gabba if we had any 500 count sheets. She told me 300 count sheets are around $300 bucks. Gerald only knows how much 500 counts sheets cost. Bloody hell. I dunno what count sheets we have as there is no way in hell we've paid that much from sheets before. Likely we only have 50 count sheets.
But I'm a man. And I hate buying something when I know there is a more powerful version available. Now all I can think about is how good 500 count might feel against my naked body. Oh yeah, I know what you are thinking about right now!
I'm back regularly consuming photoblogs again after a long hiatus. While most of them have adequate photography, it's always the post processing that sets the great ones apart. So I think I'm finally going to put a little more effort into increasing my Potatoshop foo.
So the photo is my favorite piece of tarmac in the whole world, in northern Wisconsin, processed up the gunga with potatoshop.