Wednesday, October 11, 2006
And my ode to school photos
How do I despise thee? Let me count the ways. Or rather the years of terrible school portraits.
My boys, love them to bits I really do. They take some great pictures when I am snapping pictures or we go out to say The Picture People.
But let them leave this house on school picture day.....and I end up with something like so...
nice enough you say? Well aside from somehow his teeth look like he is a pack a day smoker... Take a closer look. OK another hint? Look at the shirt.
Yup it is misbuttoned!
How do they pass the photagraphers helper with something like that? How does the photographer NOT see how terrible this looks? Or do they have some sort of wall of shame with bad pictures?
Trust me I am not mad. I am laughing at the whole thing.
My boys, love them to bits I really do. They take some great pictures when I am snapping pictures or we go out to say The Picture People.
But let them leave this house on school picture day.....and I end up with something like so...
nice enough you say? Well aside from somehow his teeth look like he is a pack a day smoker... Take a closer look. OK another hint? Look at the shirt.
Yup it is misbuttoned!
How do they pass the photagraphers helper with something like that? How does the photographer NOT see how terrible this looks? Or do they have some sort of wall of shame with bad pictures?
Trust me I am not mad. I am laughing at the whole thing.
