I talk about this lady like we're old friends.
Her name is Ree. It's almost as wierd as Kipp.
I try to convince Mike to be a cattle farmer like Ree's husbad. (He says no. I shut up when he starts talking about waking up at 4am. He wins.)
I have holey yoga pants too.
I have a new found love for butter thanks to this lady. (I didn't eat butter for about 5 years.)
I cook a LOT thanks to this lady.
I have the urge to wear earrings thanks to this lady. (I don't wear earrings unless I'm a bridesmaid and the bride hands me a pair of earrings and says "put these on" and I sulk and kick and scream. Then I wear them and surprisingly I survive it.)
Anyways. That's my fascination.
Oh yah, and she shoots a Nikon like I do. I love her.