So, I have to get a photo taken for a brochure/flyer I'm going to be part of. It doesn't have to be professional, but I would like it to look half way decent and I have a record of HATING almost every picture of myself. Especially the ones Hot Toddy takes. He always hits the button just past the moment and catches me in some sort of blink or twitch. It's maddening.
I envy bloggers that post their mugs everyday like it's no big thang. They make it look all artsy and whimsical. (You know who you are Darlene, Rob, etc.).
Anyway...discussing the pic, I tell Todd we need a new digital camera (ours sucks) and he says,
"They don't make miracle cameras."
My eyes pop at the insult and pointing to the computer across the room I make a strange "unnhhhh....." sound.
He knows instantly I'm threatening to tell the
blog-i-verse about his remark.
He glances in the direction of the computer and laughs.
"I mean they can't make a camera that can get inside your crazy head and convince you the picture looks good!"
"Yeah sure. That's what you meant. Good thinking on your feet, buddy."
I'm totally telling.