Today I am suffering from a serious lack of ambition. It’s a cold and rainy day. I’ve been to see my doctor, and I’ve shopped for yoga pants. I ate lunch. I drank some coffee.
I’ve flipped through some photo albums to see if anything would scream “pick me!” for one of the photo challenges, and this is what I came up with. It didn’t make a sound and it doesn’t go with anything. But I thought all the individual stunned expressions were kind of interesting so I’m sharing it. Plus now I get to sit down at the computer and pretend I’m doing important and amazing writing related historical family memoir type incredibleness. Feel free to add your own big words here.
Making a wild guess I’d say this was taken in 1992. My handsome son, yours truly wearing some kind of bizarre cowboy inspired shirt, my beautiful daughter, and W, needing a haircut. Or more sleep. Ugliest couch in the universe. Picture courtesy of W’s parents who could make posing for a picture into a face breaking kind of torture, where you’re all sitting there gritting your teeth thinking ‘just press the button, for the love of God.”
And of course there was no little digital screen to look at immediately – you had to wait and take your chances, hoping if you looked a complete mess the photographer would have the decency to destroy the evidence.
As we all know, that rarely happened. But the good news is, the older you get, the better you think you looked way back when. So you just have to say to yourself, wow – compared to a ninety-six year old, I look pretty hot!
That’s what I did. I don’t think I’ll get any arguments.