Yeah, I was partying like I am a twenty-something starlet with my peeps.
(Only we were all moms, and I believe most of us were wearing underwear. Except maybe Lori. She's kind of wild like that).
So, actually, I was partying like a thirty-something mom who has not seen her best girls for far too long.
And then the phone rings at the unholy hour of 8:28-in-the-freaking-a.m. It was the Husband, checking in and (really) calling to ensure that no one sleeps in around here.
Lord help me, I love that man, but he has no respect for the sleep in.
I have loads to do today, most of which involve sitting myself down at the pool with a book, though I doubt I will manage to keep my eyes open for even that. Thank heavens for lifeguards.
But before my head hits the desk in a sudden fit of sleep, I do need to address your burning questions about the photo mounting.
And, really, you flatter me. There are a lot of things I am capable of doing, but successfully mounting my own prints is not one of them. I would have no desire to even try.
[Is it just me or does that last paragraph sound kind of dirty? No? Nevermind.]
My secret weapon is my fabulous pro printhouse. I use them for everything. Their work is truly amazing. You will need to have a basic knowledge of Photoshop to order your prints, as you need to upload them in a specific PS format, but their quality is superb. If you are ever in need of any large-sized prints (or small sized, really) these folks are the way to go. They offer print mounting on a variety of substances for a very reasonable price. I've tried every type and have yet to find one that I do not love. They are awesome.
There. That is all. Off to tap a diet coke keg in hopes of making it until lunch time.