Photogenic I am not

Today I saw a picture of myself from a month or so after Memphis was born. You know, I really shouldn't have been let out of the house at all. Between the ill-fitting clothing, the wild hair, and all of that extra weight, I'm surprised small children weren't screaming in terror. If they weren't the last pictures taken before a dear friend moved away I would demand that they be destroyed.

Of course, I NEVER like pictures of myself and I do everything I can to remain behind the camera and not in front of it. I push little old ladies out of my way while trying to get out of the field of view. Well, not really, but don't put it past me. The fact that I thought about it means that I just might be capable of it.

So, for those of you who think that I should be included in more pictures, don't hold your breath.