Some or all may or may not be fictionalized.
HE: Come, my goddess. Let me take your photo first thing in the morning on the last day of the old year. ME: What?? I’m half asleep, you wanker. HE: Smile! ME: Bleh.
HE: Now let us appear bland and normal. ME: Don’t forget washed out. HE: Yes, that too, my goddess. ME: Look at us. “Please can we come to your church? We are bland and normal and harmless.” HE: Don’t forget washed out. ME: Shut up.
HE: Now let one of us appear friendly while the other appears demented. ME: Okay. Which is which? HE: Photos don’t lie, my goddess.
ME: Okay. NOW let one of us grab the other’s fancy bits whilst whispering not-suitable-for-church nothings. HE: I have no problem with that. ME: Uhm, what does this have to do with New Year’s? HE: Nothing. ME: Oh, okay. I thought this all had a purpose. HE: Nope. ME: Good. Purpose is overrated. HE: You are so right, my goddess, but Happy New Year anyway. ME: Yes. God bless us, every one! HE: That’s for Christmas, isn’t it? ME: It’s for whenever. Blessings are for whenever. HE: Okay. Calm down, Tiny Tim. ME: Calm is overrated! HE: (Sigh.) Should we end this post? ME: I don’t care. I guess so. HE: Okay. ME: Okay.
Clearly, I didn’t plan this out at all since it all went nowhere fast, but Happy New Year, pippa, and God bless us, every one.
Happy New Year to you both! May 2012 bring you peace and joy.
You are lovely, tracey. And your face reminds me of someone, but I can’t remember who. Maybe Anne Heche?
I have a soft spot for a blonde in a black beret.
Happy New Year to you both!
Happy 2012 to you two! 🙂
Happy New Year! You guys are terrific.
Happy New Year! You crazy kids are welcome at our church anytime you’re in Des Moines, although I wouldn’t wish Iowa on anyone for the next couple of days.
Happy New Year to one photogenic-in-hats couple!
Happy New Year, you guys!! I love how you suddenly switch sides. It is vaguely frightening.
Like, you are up to no good.
sheila — Hahahaha. Yes, it’s a bit menacing, isn’t it?
The first photo kind of kills me because he looks all excited to take our picture and I’m like UGH. I’m not a fan of having my picture taken. It’s one of my least favorite things, actually, and I have a few relatives in my life who are militant in their love of photography. They wheedle and harass and stalk you at family gatherings and it’s annoying. I’ve always said to them, “Take as many candids as you want, if you can catch me, but please don’t make me pose.”
Plus, while I love them a lot as people I do not love so much their photographic skills. Sadly, they love it more than they are good at it. Everyone secretly complains about their photos at these people’s hands and if they knew the truth, maybe they’d stop. Everyone looks at themselves in photos taken by these loved ones and immediately wants to slit their wrists.
Very sad, but true.
My sister takes terrible pictures of me. Almost without fail. Either she has some weird Hair-o-vision filter set to give me phantom five o’clock shadow, or she’s caught my middle in a fish-eye, or I’m caught in between two expressions and look like I have a palsy.
I hope it’s not deliberate.
roo — Hahahahahahaha!! I know just what you mean. There are just certain people you can’t allow to take photos of you — for their own protection. My MIL takes GREAT nature photos but she sucks nard on photographing people. If I were a pinecone, I’d look great in all her photos.
These are great pictures. Happy New Year, Slappeaches.