Tonight we went to have our first official family portrait taken. Granted, it was for the church directory, but we were able to order photos for ourselves and others.
For most of my life I have known that I have a lot of hair. People have always commented on it and hairdressers usually tell me that they wish their hair was this thick. I have always taken that with a grain of salt because it is very, very difficult to manage. I require at least 3 hair products if I am going out in public, and even then I look like a cross between Bette Middler and the Bride of Frankenstein.
So after much cajoling, bribing and general all around threats we get the aforesaid pictures taken and then the hubby takes the kids while I get to select our “favorite poses” from all the shots.
Ummm, I think they mixed up my photos with Carrot Top’s.
Excuse me, ma’am? This doesn’t look right. That hair…it’s just so huge…and what about that extra chin? Can that be airbrushed out? Ah, I see that for a small fee, you do cosmetic touch ups. Too bad I’m so cheap.
I think it’s time for a new do.
