I threw my most grandma-ish things into the car without even realizing it. We had our directions (thanks to google maps) and made our way to Snow Canyon State Park for my mom's geology assignment. My sweater, book, knitting, and Verona coffee all made me look 70 years older than I really was, a huge contrast to my iPod, cell, and camera nestled in the bottom of my bag. But I do go to bed early. I do knit/crochet. I do enjoy a swarthy cup of coffee. I do eat chocolate covered fruit and die in candy bliss. All I need is a pair of orthopedic shoes and I'm so the female version of Bob Barker.

Oh, but get this: I left my camera bag at home so my shootsac soon because none other than A FANNY PACK. I sooo deserve the senior rate at Denny's.