Paparazzi

Last weekend we went to the Ferry Terminal in San Francisco to hit the farmers market with my mom and dad.  Little did I know that my dad was playing the paparazzo role.  When I loaded the pictures on my computer I felt like I was Jennifer Garner with Violet Affleck or something.  All the ladies reading this probably know what I'm talking about, but you guys can just move on.

I look like I'm explaining to John what a potato is.  

John obviously thinks the joke he's telling me is hilarious, but I just smile politely.

Here I am with my snooty retort.

Ugh, rookie mistake.  Don't acknowledge them!

Celebrities, they're just like us!  They sample oranges at the farmers market too.

As it turned out, I should have bought both the bunches I was considering, since I was making pot roast and carrot cake.  I went back later to try to buy a second one, but they were sold out.  Lots of carrot cakes being made for Easter!

The classic open-mouthed stare.  Good one, Kathy!

I feigned interest in this drink so I would feel entitled to the sample I was about to steal.  Good thing I bothered to be polite since the paparazzi was watching.