So here are a few pix from the wedding I shot this weekend. I had a ball, but it was exhausting. So, no, I won’t shoot your wedding. You couldn’t afford me anyway.
Category Archives: Bitching
Because all my plans consistently go awry, I’ve decided to stop planning. But that leaves serious holes in my week. I obviously haven’t got all the details worked out here yet. But the bottom line is I have a free day today. Thanks in part to the annual ‘everybody is late day’ that we schedule...
Despite all my desperate attempts to have Murphey, the dumb ass wonder dogg, put to sleep he is instead having minor surgery in the morning to relieve a hematoma in his right ear. Obviously, Jeff has engaged his rarely used, but once stated then omnipotent, veto power to arrange this little operation, which will leave...
When: is Jeff’s hand going to stop hurting and heal? are hurricanes going to stop blowing through here? am I gonna get licensed? life gonna return to normal? gas prices gonna go down? am I gonna get a boob job? will we be able to ride bikes to school again? are the cherubs gonna clean...
Why: are boys so damn violent? is there NEVER enough Diet Dr. Pepper? does the power and therefore the DVR have to be out on the one day “my shows” are on? is this damn city still under curfew? does it take Jeff over an hour to get home from work now? do the cherubs...
