Where Credit is due:

The Man Who Lives In My House took the pictures in the previous post with the iphone hipstamatic app.  I was uncharacteristically agreeable about posing.  I'm usually concerned that being photographed will steal my soul, or expose my wrinkles, like this:

Bad either way.  Oh, and it's been asked before:  am I a lot older than my husband?  Well, if you call one year a lot, then yes. The charm of the hipstamatic lies in the way a bad quality photo makes us look GOOD.