I am the worst daughter ever. My mother worries about me of course, and this morning she told me she had a nightmare about falling and was worried about me falling. And before that this morning I went to take a self portrait on the edge of the Grand Canyon, with a 600′ drop, and tripped and almost had a bad – very bad – fall. And the camera caught the whole thing. And I sent it to her. What an asshole I am.

But usually, when I’m not goofing off I’m a graceful gazelle, poised and oh so balanced. Really. I am. Don’t worry mom! And Happy Mother’s Day!