On the morn of our Fourth of July bbq party, pre-guest arrival, I asked my husband to, at any time during the day, please pick up my camera and snap some photos of the party and specifically, of me. I know it sounds a wee bit egotistic but being the only one who ever wields a camera, I lack significant photos of my participation in/at events that I host.
…to which he replied “Sure, no problem”
And do you think he got any shots of the cute new mini caftan I was donning? Or any of me preparing food in the kitchen? …setting tables? …arranging plants & decor? …greeting friends at the door? Not one. But how many photos of me in my bikini desperately trying to pump up our rafts with a bike pump do you think he captured? ABOUT 20 …and that’s it. Yep, the entire party and 20 shots of me frantically pumping up and down like I was on an old railroad car.
Thanks baby 😉