That Was The Week That Was: Week Forty-Eight

I’m about to do something terribly annoying.
So, since we’re already like a week or almost into 2013, I figure that it’s probably about time that I post the last set of photos-of-a-day for 2012.  That’s what this post is for.  Then I figured I’d spend way too much time over-analyzing everything and write a post about why I started taking a photo a day and what the experience has been like and/or meant to me, kind of like a what did you do over your summer vacation thing except with more unnecessarily large words and quotes from depressing poems.  Then I realized it’ll probably take forever for me to finish that so I decided that I wouldn’t do that in this post and instead wait to post about that later.  So that’s what the next few blog posts will be.  Then I figured it’d all culminate in me talking about why I’ve decided not to continue posting my photo-a-day sets every week this year, which I just spoiled in this entry, so when it happens, please pretend to be surprised.

All of that would probably have been pretty epic had I just gone ahead and done it and not written about doing it.

Damn it.

Here are some pictures and stuff.

Day 360: My mother insists that these toys are not frightening.  In related news, my mother has no concept of fear.

Day 360: My mother insists that these toys are not frightening. In related news, my mother has no concept of fear.

Day 361: This is a photograph of the crazy tornado sky Christmas day.

Day 361: This is a photograph of the crazy tornado sky Christmas day.

Day 362: Quilting is officially my new favorite hobby. I'm officially a grandmother.  Soon, I'm going to follow my grandmothers' other hobbies, such as eating burnt popcorn, clipping depressing articles about peoples' interests from newspapers, and guilt.

Day 362: Quilting is officially my new favorite hobby. I’m officially a grandmother. Soon, I’m going to follow my grandmothers’ other hobbies, such as eating burnt popcorn, clipping depressing articles about peoples’ interests from newspapers, and guilt.

Day 363: Target had a clearance sale, which meant it was time for the Annual Teacher Clothes Stocking Up Celebration. My closet is now cardigan central.

Day 363: Target had a clearance sale, which meant it was time for the Annual Teacher Clothes Stocking Up Celebration. My closet is now cardigan central.

Day 364: Listen. Lately, I've heard a lot of people say a lot of really crappy stuff about the South, and, I mean, I get it. I mean, I've lived here most of my life and all. I get it. But I mean seriously, people, give it a rest. And try our bar-b-que, because if you can resist our bar-b-que, there is little hope for you. (And if you're a vegetarian/vegan, don't worry -- there are veggie BBQ options, and they are also delicious).

Day 364: Listen. Lately, I’ve heard a lot of people say a lot of really crappy stuff about the South, and, I mean, I get it. I mean, I’ve lived here most of my life and all. I get it. But I mean seriously, people, give it a rest. And try our bar-b-que, because if you can resist our bar-b-que, there is little hope for you or your soul. (And if you’re a vegetarian/vegan, don’t worry — there are veggie BBQ options, and they are also delicious).

Day 365: WORDLE ALL THE MEMES!!! It's like my Creative Writing and the Web class exploded all over the Birmingham News.

Day 365: WORDLE ALL THE MEMES!!! It’s like my Creative Writing and the Web class exploded all over The Birmingham News.

Day 366: Yes, that's right, there's a WHOLE EXTRA DAY THIS YEAR. So I painted my nails all fancy and wore fancy sunglasses. See ya, 2012, and in the always-eloquent words of the always-eloquent NeNe Leakes, don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.

Day 366: Yes, that’s right, there’s a WHOLE EXTRA DAY THIS YEAR. So I painted my nails all fancy and wore fancy sunglasses. See ya, 2012, and in the always-eloquent words of the always-eloquent NeNe Leakes, don’t let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.

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