I moseyed out to the garage the other afternoon when an epiphany grabbed me, right there between the gardening shears & the toolbox.
I do believe I've been overwhelmed by current circumstances.
With 7 days left at Our Humble High School, I'm still knee-deep in yearbooks. I've taken to cajoling~bordering on bribing~my journalistas to finish "just one more assignment," when all they want to do is go to the pool, hang out & sleep. The Kumbaya Effect has set in around Room 215, big-time.
The fact is, no one wants to be here anymore. We're done. Stick a fork in us, why don'tcha?
I absconded with this little ol' sign at the suggestion of Ella Numera Dos. She bade me break the law after I posted another likeness of this visage a couple of weeks ago. Heck, the poor thing's all bent up & dirty, missing a pole. Looked like it needed a home. Plus, the warning takes on a whole new meaning when the last letter is fortuitously blocked by my bucket of gardening tools.
Add to the mix this surreal take, snapped in the late afternoon with my flash on (blocking out all other light, natural & otherwise). You get the picture, correctamundo?
Just how I feel.