Where Am I?

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Where Am I?, originally uploaded by cinemagypsy.

I set up this thing with my Flickr account where I can send a photo
from my mobile and type up a blog entry all in one go.

So. I want to see if it’s true.

While I’m at it, guess where I am? Winning answers get free praise.

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14 thoughts on “Where Am I?

  1. At the Carwash. I know this from anywhere. Ken is deathly afraid of the automatic carwash machines. She thinks they are monsters tring to get her. Next time I go I will try to get a video clip. My husband thinks it is so funny. He said we should submit it to America’s Funniest Home Videos.

  2. Carwash, baby! This image is burned into my mind, because it’s usually accompanied by a screaming child in the backseat. Baby girl is so terrified of these things that I usually drive around, waiting for her to fall asleep before I go in. Sometimes it works. The funny thing is that I have a natural tendency toward claustrophobia, but having to calm down a 2 year old seems to help…

  3. Y’all crack me up!

    Smiling ghosts, glazed donut statues, my car in the rain, me in the mirror.

    :::applause:::

    It was indeed the car wash monster. April and Ginny, Sweetpea got all freaked out once in that thing when she was little. Back then it wasn’t touchless, it was this big blue cookie-monster-looking-thing and I had no idea she would react like that until it was too late. We couldn’t get out. I felt awful after that and rode dirty for a while.

    I was just at the dentist and thought about taking a pic of the nitrous oxide mask for another “guess where I am post.” Thing is, I got high instead and thought I thought of the most brilliant things that no one else ever thought of before.

  4. I like the idea of guess where I am, but the image grossed me out. I thought it was some strange skin, covering something you were looking up through, from below.

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