to vote for favorites. Only 6 votes needed to get on the list.I woke to a blinding flash this morning. My blurry eyes did not find a mushroom cloud upon opening as I feared, but my wife standing over me with a camera.
“Seriously! Seriously? What the fuck’r you doing?”
“You looked so cute.” She finds my confused morning look and awry hair boyish and endearing. “It’s a good picture. It shows why I love you.” At least the camera was pointed at my face, that’s something.
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Does anyone want to see the picture? It is really cute – and I did take three – he just did not realize it until the third one.
Finally! You’re back! You’ve been missed – well, maybe only by me, but still.
I’d love to see the picture. Good to have a new entry – miss the weekly one, but know how busy life has become
She texted me the photos she took. I grind my teeth at night so I assumed I look like a dog when they twitch and snarl in their sleep. I rarely take a good photo, but I look peaceful. Serene even. That isn’t the picture I’m putting up though. It’s the third one. Ya, the third one! I slept through the first two. When the red eye reduction flash went off for the third time, I opened my eyes in time for the picture to capture this. Just before I mumbled, “Wha’ the fuck’r you doin?”