“You must love being married to a photographer!” Several naive people have uttered these words to me without knowing the full extent of what that means. Here’s a perfect example. Me having a bad hair day and Paul being completely oblivious to the fact that he is two seconds away from death by strangulation with a hotel blow dryer cord.
Come on, really??!??
But the man must eventually go to sleep and that’s when I exact my revenge. This was the moment just before I put the pillow over his face. He looks so peaceful…
Sleepy Paul
In the end, I let him live. It’s a good thing he’s handsome.
He's all mine.
Yep, it happened again. I mistakenly thought I was #1 in Paul’s heart only to find out that I ranked right around lima beans…
So we head out to our big convention in Las Vegas where learning and inspiration are right up there with gambling and buffets. Paul meets me outside the door at the end of one of my Master Classes with a Starbucks cup in hand.
“It’s a Chai Tea Latte,” he says as he hands me the cup. Mmmmmm…. Chai Tea…. My favorite….
I go to take a sip…. WHACK! Paul smacks my arm. “That’s not for YOU! That’s for KEVIN!”
Huh??? What???? Then it hits me. Instead of getting ME, the WIFE, a Chai Tea, Paul has actually purchased this cup o’ heaven for Kevin Jairaj, one of our big-time, famous photographer buddies. So I’m forced to carry this item of desire all the way over to the convention building where Kevin is speaking. Like some ancient tribal leader that has to pay tribute to the almighty conqueror, Cortez. I walk slowly and painfully toward the podium.
I had Kevin the cup. It’s like handing over my first born child. Never to be seen again…..
It’s a shame that schmuck of a husband of mine didn’t realize he had two hands.