Remind me never to do that again.
If you want to be in a bad mood, take family pictures.
After they were done Ben said to me,
"I'm glad you're going to a church meeting later 'cause then you'll come home happy."
He was right.
I did come home significantly happier than when I left.
I think my problem is that I'm not a consistent, frequent family picture taker.
We seem to have nice pictures taken every few years.
We're awful. I know. My fault. Completely.
Although I'm sure my family doesn't mind.
So when another year roles around it's stressful because I think they have to be fabulous because who knows when we'll get them taken again.
That's my problem.
I'm so pathetic, in fact, that I lose sleep over it. A couple days before, a couple days after.
It's okay to laugh at me. I'm ridiculous.
I'm pleased to announce that we did it!
And much to my surprise, there were actually ones that I liked!
Granted, like many of you, I'm always hardest on myself. It's hard to look at pictures of yourself.
You notice every bad angle, every large bum shot, etc. etc.
But, oh well, this is me, my bum, in 2010.
Coming soon in 2013, Lanette's latest bum and hopefully a fifth little fella added in the mix.
(No, that was not an announcement. I'm just hoping.)