On Saturday, we went to get our family portrait done for my parents’ church’s directory. After I tore the armrest off the only surviving pew from the fire that destroyed the original church in 1923, we were called back for a photos. First the photographer took pictures of us all together, then ones of my parents, and then ones of me. For the second one, he told me to put my fist under my chin.
I cracked up, because I immediately thought of Deb saying, “Turn your head on more of a slant… now, make a fist and slowly ease it up underneath your chin. This is looking really good.”
You can say that again!
I looked like an idiot in that one and the last one because I was cracking up at Uncle Rico’s glamour shots and was trying to hold it in.
We didn’t buy any of those.