I was putting together a calendar, yesterday, for my dear, darling husband as one of his Christmas gifts this year. I spent several hours
pouring pooring stressing over which photographs to include and finally decided on about 60 that I felt depicted our past year pretty well. Never mind that they all began to look alike after awhile ...
Once done, I couldn't help but marvel at how some of my finer work had managed to get included into the final project.
Just what Rick always wanted on his calendar, I'm sure ...
That there is 409 sitting atop our table. Glad I took a picture of it.
This is our cat. She had no head.
Anyone want a banana?
Food I thought my dear, darling daughter would like ...
(no one else would)
My dear, darling husband ... who was never proud of this look.
Glad he didn't keep this look for very long.
Yeah, this needs to be in all calendars. Typos in an ad for a family night.
A beach with no people. Also needs to be in all calendars.
And ... our Christmas tree this year. No ornaments, no lights. And an attempt at throwing a Santa hat atop it in lieu of an angel.
My husband already knows I'm lazy; let's not rub it in.
So there you have it. Two hours worth of work yesterday and THESE epic photos are what I have to show for it.
I think I'll go buy him some socks. He'll need them when he takes my gift out to trash the next morning ...