My computer is being super lame tonight. I’m pretty damn sure that the thing is on its last leg. For some reason now all my USB ports have decided that they probably shouldn’t work, so it’s a definite tragedy when I can’t upload my iPhone pictures to my computer. So I was going to write about the 30 day challenge I’m giving myself to not buy clothes, but for some damn reason, the internet doesn’t want to load pictures.
And I’m not even fully blaming the internet for this one.
I’m blaming this computer and a slight bit on my internet provider. It’s thunderstorming, and maybe, just maybe that has something to do with it. Or possibly the cord, or that I’ve dropped it one too many times. Who knows. But I was trying to decide what in the heck to blog about when I came across these two pictures:
These are the faces of a blogger’s husband. Someone who gets so tired of, “honey, please take a picture of me!” “let’s take a selfie” “I need to take a picture of my Glamour magazine with my Starbucks next to it so I can put bokeh on it and put it on Instagram!” I always wonder if he secretly loves it, but I already know the answer to that. And the answer is a big fat no. On more than one occasion, I’ve heard “I’m hungry, please just let me eat!”
But this how I know he loves me – when I get pictures like these. Then I know that maybe, just maybe there’s a sliver of hope that he’s ok with me snapping a picture of his food before he shovels it in his mouth.
A girl can dream, right?
And take a million pictures of the dog.