Family Photos
We’re having some official “family photos” taken tomorrow. At least, that’s what I’m telling the girls.
In reality, I’m taking the girls up to Little Dell reservoir where they will have their picture taken by an outrageously gifted photographer while I stand to the side and worry about whether, years from now, they will look at the photos and say, “Dad, I can’t believe you used to dress us like that! What were you thinking? We look like feral children just back from a successful raid on a thrift store dumpster!”
To appease the girls, I’ve agreed to sit in on a couple of the shots, but future generations will look at those photos and wonder why two beautiful young girls would want to have their picture taken while standing on either side of a giant boiled parsnip.
Seriously, I’ve got two highly photogenic daughters, but me? Not so much. The girls always ask why I’m not smiling in the pictures on my drivers license or employee ID badge, and they don’t seem to understand when I explain to them that if I attempt even the most simple of smiles when I have my picture taken, it always comes back looking like I’m wearing a partially-melted latex clown mask.
The weather is going to be dicey tomorrow, so we may all end up looking like drowned cats. But, even then, they would end up on Cute Overload with an adorable caption like “Soggy Kittehs!”, whereas I would only show up in Google searches for “waterlogged stray with mange.”
Comments
Everett
Nice pictures on Wynona Robison’s site, but speaking of autoplay…
Kate
For crying out loud. I actually posted a picture of myself on my blog that is so bad that I HAVE OWEN WILSON’S NOSE and you… If I can do THAT… You should… *sigh* You are incorrigible.
Once upon a time, when we (when there was we - were we’s?) had your family pictures on our refrigerator, you all were part of “the most disgustingly beautiful family in the world.” That was always the consensus.
So SMILE at the amazing opportunity to get to be with those gorgeous young women and PLAY IT UP, HANDSOME!
And I’d like that parsnip back. It’s my real nose.
P.S. And I think perhaps we should SEE some of these portraits. If not, I can always post a certain photo I ran across recently of this beaded man sitting in my living room wearing 50 cents worth of something.
Anonymous
Thank you for your over-generous compliments, Mr. Pineapple. I am looking forward to this afternoon. Don’t worry about the weather. We’ll make it work!
Everett, point well taken! I have been conflicted about the music on the autoplay, and the current situation is hopefully temporary. I would ideally have an option on the front page where you could choose to enter with the music on or off. Of course, I have absolutely no idea how to accomplish that and need to contact the people who designed the website to see if they can manage it. I do apologize. I understand your annoyance.
Wynona
That was unintentionally anonymous. Oops!
s'mee
can’t wait for the photos!
Kate
This may sound weird, but the more I stare at that turnip, the more I love it.