Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Trying to get a picture of me

This is what happens when I hand Rob the camera and say, "Take a picture of me!" in a cheerful encouraging way.

He tries to be all artsy and probably tries discourage me from asking him too often.

First he holds it above his head, fine-whatever.

Then he takes one cutting off my head.

Oh that's helpful.
All the while he's smiling slyly.
By now I am stiff and blurry.
I see now why there are so few photos of me existing in our lives.

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