Memories Come in Fours
Say cheese. And the cheese goes in the deli drawer.
My name is Dana and I have a photo booth addiction.
If I see one, I must get in it and take photos, no matter where it is located. And if I am in some place special—like a theme park, resort, out-of-town mall—I am on the hunt for one. Maybe it's not an addiction, but more of an attraction, like a bug to a bug lamp. Either way, I must have the special 4-strip of photos that come from within, always vertical, and I prefer black and white. And if I have it my way, everyone if my group will partake in my need for the shiny, low-resolution, grainy photog moment.
And then they will find a home on my fridge door…. to make me smile, a big cheesy smile, every time I go to get the mustard, the milk or the cheese from the deli drawer.