A disaster of enormous proportion.
This makes me twitch. A lot.
I set out the other day to attack this project. As I was rearranging and deleting and organizing,
I kept seeing these random, headless photos. They were potshots.
Interesting photos of uh, um, well, of -
I could have just eaten him up with a spoon. Right then. My hubby of nearly 14 years, has been taking pictures on the sly of my back side for awhile. What’s amazing is, the object of choice isn’t great. Believe me.
But I did feel special. In his defense, he said, “I took this picture too. It’s not of your behind at all.”
Instead of deleting those pictures I put them in an album. I wanted to remember the next time I think he’s a gluteus maximus, that he’s checking out my rear view.