Wednesday, September 20, 2006
The Mr. and I were out to dinner and in the midst of the conversation; it takes a frightening turn...
Mr.: You know that picture of me and one of the boys on your blog?
Me: Which one?
Mr.: It's me and one of the boys and he's a baby asleep. It's probably my favorite picture and I really like how you changed it to black and white.
Me: What are you talking about?
Mr.: My hair is longer and my beard was pretty full and I'm holding a sleeping baby. I want to have that picture copied to black and white and framed. It's an awesome picture.
Me: I have no clue what you're talking about.
Mr.: Sigh. It's on your blog! Never mind, when we get home I'll go through our pictures and find it.
Me: Wait a minute, it's a man with longish hair and a beard holding a sleeping infant?
Mr: Yeah! I want to frame that this weekend and put a copy in my locker at work. I love that picture.
Me: OK. But it's not you.
Me: It's not you. I got it from Google Images.
Mr. Hmm. I was sure that was me.