Because This is What We Look Like

I don't have very many pictures of myself over the past six years.

 

Mostly because I always believe that I'll get skinner or that my really bad haircut will grow out and I should definitely wait it out...

 

Also because I'm always the one taking the pictures (which everyone around me just loves) and I don't dare give the camera to Husband because I end up with him giggling like a little boy and of pictures of my rear and chest.

 

Then I get angry and he says, "Baby!  WHAT?  I like it!"

 

As luck would have it, someone else took a photo of us last night. 

 

It's a little blurry but I'm still pretty happy with it.

 

Despite my ferret eyes.

 

 

 

And, you see I chose the good picture to put first, because this is what we look like when we think the camera isn't pointed at us:

 

I either look like a beaver or that I've gone back to the early 90's and am saying to Husband, "Well no duh (which naturally, I would pronounce as "doi" because that was awesome back then)!"

 

What really happened is that we were posing on that little bench and we heard a big riiiiiip and both of us thought we'd cracked the bench.  Therefore, we were trying to decide who should bail and who should take the blame (ahem, Husband).

 

The best news is that we didn't break the bench at all, it's just that the entire backdrop had ripped off the tape and was about ready to fall on our heads.

 

Good thing the party was almost over.

 

We left soon after this picture was taken...