Sitting on a secret, sitting on a secret!  This is big, because I haven't even told L all the deets.  (Which, if you're reading me, you aren't an idiot and can probably figure all this out anyways.)  (Not to say an idiot couldn't read me or that I have a minimum age or something [though, I probably do, because of the dirty language], but that I think pretty damn highly of y'all.)

But here are some numbers, which I'll explain, oh, next week:

28
30
41
18

Since I'm offering such little fodder, here are some photos from the selfie session I did last summer for my portraits class.

When a bear hug turns into a choke hold..