my place, clearly, is behind the camera.
last night, during our annual martell family holiday secret santa gift exchange, i tried to get a picture of me opening my gift. i figured, hey, perfect time. i actually took a shower yesterday, blew my hair dry, and managed to put on some makeup. i was looking hot.
this is what happened.
attempt #1 - business as usual...me, with my eyes half-mast.
attempt #2 - me trying to close my eyes BEFORE the picture is taken. the husband snaps too soon.
attempt #3 - let's try black and white. nope. doesn't help.
attempt #4 - beginning to feel like that scene in "The Ring" where Rachel realizes that everyone who has seen the tape comes out distorted in photos. that's me, folks. distorted.
attempt #5 - move to different location. perhaps the lights are screwing with the picture. um, yeah. no. and no.
i'm beginning to think that the problem is only 50% mine. the other 50% goes to the photographer, who clearly can not take a decent photo.
crap.
