In my bathroom with the door locked because despite my un-apologetic narcissism, I was feeling a little silly taking pictures of myself in the mirror to open a present from my boyfriend who I was separated from over Xmas. I wanted him to "see" me open the presents so I set up the camera on the towel rack and just started clicking. Actually what started out to be one or two pictures turned into a whole series. I could see my own emotions while I was opening the package and it was comforting in some weird way I guess...like I was sharing it with him. I was a little sad getting that little stuffed monkey to hug rather than him. By the way he loved the pictures.