While procrastinating actual work last week, I found a stash of completely random pictures stuck in a desk drawer. So without further adieu-
The solo shot of me is just exceeding flattering. I need to frame that baby. Hmm, anniversary present for Morgan perhaps? One year for Valentines (or his birthday, I can't remember?) I framed a ton of our wedding pictures/my bridal portraits and gave them to him, knowing full well there was no way for him to vocalize any dislike for said gift. "Whaaaat?!? You don't want pictures of your wife scattered everywhere throughout the house? What kind of unloving monster are you?"
Who could say no to that? What can I say- my vanity for professionally flattering pictures of myself knows no bounds.
At least I'm not framing the college pictures. Those are all getting put in a lockbox where my children can never find them and use as ammunition or defense to their own wild times. My parents telling stories on me will be bad enough. (I know, I know, Mama. Payback's a bitch.)