Monday, November 28, 2011

Another Year Older, 100% More Morbid

My Christmas cards are on order, following another epic battle for the perfect picture; this particular battle took a good year off my life, easily.

That's ok, though, because today is my birthday so; I get a new year. I mean, that's how that works, right? I gain a year? That's why they add up, right? That's actually sort of backwards, if you think about it; one year older is technically one year closer to death; shouldn't we count backwards?

Have a coffee and discuss.

Or, look at some pretty pictures and forget that I just connected my birthday with my mortality; that's what I'm going to do.


Sit still, the sooner she gets a good picture, the sooner this is over and I can go back to texting my boyfriend.

Stop pinching my nipple. I can do this alllll day; I don't have a boyfriend to text and the Bronco game doesn't start til two.

Do you think she'll notice that I am sticking a lightbulb up my nose? Crap, she noticed.

I did not sign up for a family that inflicts such abuse. I do, however, up the cuteness quotient of this photo session, exponentially.

See how much easier it would be if you would just feature ME on the card? Really, Motherrrr.

2 comments:

tamara said...

Happy, happy birthday!!! And I love the pics with the lights.

Erika said...

Wow, you are so effecient, sometimes it makes me not want to be your friend! But I'll deal. :) Hope you are having a wonderful birthday and thanks for the kick in the rear!. ha