Ms. Smart's card came the Saturday after Thanksgiving this year. I've been *HARD.STARE* in her general direction since I opened it. WHO DOES THAT?????? UGH! HATE.HER!
N E WAY...
No...wait...CaliGirl's card came in and it was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO perfect and happy, family, awesome that I was ooohing and aaaaahing the entire time I flipped through it. LOVE!
So I was like...I need to get on this ASAP.
But I didn't and I started getting nervous. All I wanted was a nice picture to put on front of the card.
Lord...Robby DROVE ME.
I asked him could we take the picture and he grumbled and then said okay. Dude HATES taking pictures. I don't know why, of course, since they proved that the camera doesn't steal your soul. He gets so...ugh...like...AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH every.single.time I want to take a picture which is why we only have ONE set of professional pictures of us. FROM OUR WEDDING. How sickening is that? The only set of professional pictures we have is from our wedding?????
Since it was snowing yesterday, I decided it would be the perfect day to snap a cute outside picture behind the house. I wanted it to be casual, of course. He didn't want to wear the jeans I wanted him to wear. He couldn't decide on a shirt. I wanted to coordinate with him so he needed to pick something. Anything. He grumbled and complained the EN.TIRE.TIME. The snow was melting so we were getting hit by the melting drips of water and he was so surly behind it.
After a quick 15 minutes outside snapping pictures we came back in the house. Yall...I was DROVE. Then...he tells me, "You're welcome. Hey...you know what would be good right now? Some hot chocolate. That would be really good! Would you make me some?"
Like he'd been super good and deserved a dang treat.
I made him some..."but when he leave...I be talking again."
So when I'm downloading the pictures he comes in and sits next to me all smiles talking about how good he looks and that he makes the pictures and that he should be a model, etc. etc. etc. Then...he comments that one picture makes him look like Paul Bunyan next to me. I swear I wanted to fight him. Of the rapid fire snaps we took, only 7 of them were usable. The rest have him in some form of eye closed mid-complaint. I want to make a compilation of using JUST THOSE PICTURES and send it in a card with a lump of coal theme.
I was complaining to a girlfriend who always has beautiful family photos and she unleashed the truth behind how DROVE her husband makes her. I was curious...so I asked another girlfriend and she was like she always wants to KILL her husband on picture day. These women schedule picture days around their husband's favorite activities and do it all. Husbands only have to get dressed and show up and they act worse than the kids. LOL!
I've decided that I'm going to use a cardboard cutout of him for the next time. I can't take all this stress on my heart. I was EXPLODING in my head.
So...how does YOUR husband behave on picture day? Is he nice and cooperative? Or does he drive you to drink?