I had a rough couple of weeks. For a few reasons. But you know what cheered me up? Getting THIS in the mail.
From left to right, that’s my brother, me, and our cousin at a family portrait studio, circa 1985. This hung in my grandparents living room, first in the ranch house where my dad grew up and then when that was destroyed by a tornado, in grandma’s smaller house in town.
My parents called a few months ago…they were cleaning out the little house and did I want anything? Yes! The picture of me throwing a fit!
My mom said that the photographer was “kind of a goofball” and I guess somewhere in the process I decided that I wasn’t happy. Or maybe I was grumpy from the start and his antics just made it worse. I could not be persuaded or bribed into smiling, so at a certain point mom threw up her hands and said take the picture already.
Have you ruined any family photos? Or like my brother, are you the one being angelic while someone else ruins the shot?