It all began when my mom decided to take a picture of my dad in front of a tree. Not a bad idea, although I don't know what was so special with this particular tree. Unfortunately, all did not go as planned.
Making lemonade out of the lemons, my mom decided to do a retake, this time with Becky added to the picture in more formal fashion. Unfortunately, Becky still hadn't quite reached formality when my mom snapped the photo.
My mom decided to make one more try. But she was again foiled, this time by me doing my best impression of an injured baby velociraptor. (That, or I was trying to fix my churidar in the most awkward fashion possible.)
I guess at this point my mom decided that it would be impossible to take a good photo with her ungainly children wandering into every shot, so she just gave up. Which is a real pity, since I would have liked to have seen what Rosie would have done in the way of an awkward entry.
I'm sure it would have been hilarious.
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Oh dear. That's a bit sad... but very very funny.
I'm glad you think it's funny too. It cracks me up every time I look at that picture of myself.
Incidentally, I just realized that I've only ever posted two pictures of myself on my blog -- one to demonstrate the Old Person's point about me looking like I had some kind of wasting disease, and the other where I'm demonstrating how not to fix your churidar. I'm all about self-promotion, apparently.
Just read this, and I laughed so hard I cried.
Thanks, Em. I'm glad you thought it was funny too.
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