It all started with a coupon……I can’t remember ever taking a family picture with the kids after the divorce. I mean professionally of course, we have plenty of family taken group photos. Since the boy is graduating this spring I think we should definitely have our portrait taken.
I decided that we should all wear black polo shirts with jeans….you would have thought that I had asked the girl to put a dress on for the fit that she threw! We ended up finding one in the boys/mens department at Macy’s and the only reason she liked it was that the logo resembled that of Assassin’s Creed.
Whatever works….right? We have an appointment on Wednesday. I don’t like the way that I photograph…..and that has always been the problem.
Since the price was right I had the brilliant idea that we should have a real family picture taken. So I called the brother in Arizona to see when he would be coming home before I even mentioned it to my local brother. He had the nerve to say that he was worried about how his wife (the cheating one who still lives in Ohio and has a boyfriend) would react to not being included. Anyone want to venture a guess on how hard it was for me to keep my mouth shut on that one? Not my circus…..not my monkeys, but are you kidding me? Grrrr!
I talked to my other brother today and he doesn’t get it either, but we might do a big group photo at the end of this month. Such drama….twice over a photo, and it wasn’t because I was playing hide from the camera.
I remember reading an article once about Diana Gabaldon and how she would write whatever came to her and piece it together later. I thought how odd to not write chronologically, and now I find myself writing the same way. Scenes come to me and not in the right order.
I was worried last week about not being able to make my villain likeable….in the love to hate sense or as the girl put it …”like Loki” because everything comes back to Marvel in this house. Now I think that I like him “too” much and I need to get some perspective on that. Here is a big ole hint on what his name is….and since the spelling is so off of the the way I heard it it….it really isn’t a hint I guess. Okay let’s just say this is how his name feels…..
Since I know less than nothing about the Gaelic language I guess I didn’t think posting this video through. I am emotionally attached regardless, I guess we will see……Zia