I am not very good about taking pictures. For one thing, I always forget to take any. And then on the rare occasion when I do remember to take pictures, I don’t take very good ones. Mostly, I take bad pictures of the dog.
I have been working on it, however, trying to take more and better pictures. I think I’m making progress – at my brother’s wedding weekend earlier this month I took 6 pictures. That’s a lot…for me, anyway.
This past week, the hubs apparently had photography on the brain as well.
Hubs – You ok?
Me – Yeah, what’s up? Why aren’t you asleep yet?
Hubs – Waiting for David to take my picture.
Ok, so the hubs is asleep.
Me – Oh…take your picture for what?
Hubs – David, he has to take my picture for…for… I don’t really remember right now.
Me – Is it for work?
Hubs – It’s not at Subway.
Me – Oh, you work at Subway?
Hubs (annoyed) – I just told you, it’s not at Subway.
Me – Oh, I see. So where is it?
Me – Hubs? I get it, it’s not at Subway.
So, I left him alone to his dreams about getting his picture taken. He’s so handsome I’m sure they were great pictures, even though they weren’t at Subway.