Monday November 21, 2005

Family pictures??

My sister-in-law informed me recently that I've been drafted to take part in family photos this weekend. I have no say whatsoever in this. Now, I know I'm supposed to be really pumped and everything... after all, I only have two pictures of me with my niece Maria, and they're both crappy. The ones from Sears or Target or wherever the heck we're going will probably be a lot better.

Still, I hate getting my picture taken. There's something about having a visual record of myself out of my control that I don't like. I can no longer deny that I used to wear flannel shirts because other people have real evidence against me. Same with poofy permed hair and side ponytails. I want to destroy it all.

The worst part about this is that these will be family pictures. They'll get passed around at Christmas to all the aunts and uncles and cousins and wifes and husbands and kids and grandmas. They'll get framed and be placed on shelves and walls and television sets. I hate that.

I'm going to have to be very careful to wear something that won't embarass me six or seven years from now. That's a lot of pressure!