Actually, Number Two is a very talented photographer and I was lucky enough to entice him with my burgeoning belly to get some beautiful pregnancy photos back when I still had Owen in a place where he couldn't cause quite so much trouble. Now I drop by on occasion to make sure he eats a decent meal and he in turn piles on a variety of flattering compliments. He is very good at that. He'd probably be able to make me think I looked good if I'd just crawled out of the sewer after a week long journey without food or water. Then he'd leave and I'd say "WTF? How did I fall for THAT?"
Today he let me TOUCH HIS CAMERA. OMG. I think he was shuddering in his boots because it is, indeed, a beautiful piece of machinery and worth quite a lot of money. I know he's really just afraid that I'll someday prove to be serious competition so he's trying to devise a plan to halt my progress. Mwahahahaha. You just keep trying, Number Two.
3 comments:
He looks horny. Must've been those photos he took of you.
HAHA, beth always has that effect on me!
Don't try flattery now, it won't work from over here.
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