Things I Do at MOMA When No One is Looking

*Correction:  Clearly (from the name on the sign) this is the de Young museum, not MOMA.  Apologies, de Young.


So today's kind of a cheat, because I'm just throwing up another picture of me goofing off again.  This comes from the trip to San Francisco I took with my mother, sister, and brother, in an attempt to experience some family togetherness.  I should do a post about that one.  I had a great time, but I'm certain that no one else did.

Crouching this low requires great skill.

Turns out I'm quite the ethnic chameleon.  Who knew I could look so Egyptian?  Too bad it's not the femme fatale Cleopatra, but more the King Tut variety that I resemble.