Never a moment’s privacy…
Ξ February 23rd, 2009 | → | ∇ The latest indignity |
“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.