I remember you in Polaroid

My enthusiasm for taking pictures with my new digital camera was met with this kind of reaction at work today:



But that's okay. Because when I showed up this morning, I was greeted with a gift. And, let's face it, gifts are awesome. The pharmacist's five-year-old daughter bought it for me at the mall yesterday. She is beyond precious.



She's not entirely sure what the word "sucks" means. Her mom told her that the sign basically means, "Go be mean somewhere else," and she thought it would be perfect for me.

This is the second time that someone in their family has given me something to put on my walls.
(the poster in the pic, not the giant picture frame)