Lately, I have been reluctant to write a blog entry that doesn’t have a picture to illustrate it. Instead of urging me to take more photos, it has limited my entries to a slow drip of boredom. Even now, as I think about what to write, I’m planning on snapping a quick photo to show you what I’m talking about. Why is that?

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Am I just trying to save time? The thing is, without a picture, I have to describe things better. I have to actually WRITE something. With a photo, I can show you and there is no confusion, or at least, less confusion.

But what about those times when there is no photo? I have been ignoring those times in my life. The day I threw the Oreo shake out of the window of the car onto the parking lot of the Arctic Circle was retold many times among friends, but never graced the pages of Pick Me! Instead, it needed to be retooled and massaged to fit the plot line of Merriton. Instead of me being crazy, Sierra takes the blame.

Ironically, even though I didn’t get a photo of my Oreo shake incident, I have been on the lookout for one. Watching for what I wished that shake would have looked like when I threw it out my car window. I eventually found it:

Looks Like Sierra Had An Incident by Laura Moncur from Flickr

My shake was cleaned up by the Arctic Circle staff before it looked this bad, but this is EXACTLY what I wanted mine to look like when I was in the heat of anger. I’m just gonna to pretend that this was my shake and the revenge I had was sweet.