I got my engagement photos this week. I don’t know if I’m photogenic or not, but I know I can’t smile on command. There’s a saying, “It takes less muscles to smile than frown!” This may be true, but if you never smile, when you do your face hurts. Usually within three minutes, my face begins to twitch and cramp. I knew it would take all my powers pull out that many grins.
We got to the site of the shoot and as goes this time of year, it was about 25 degrees if the wind stopped, which it did about 14% of the time. I asked if the photographer could edit my nipples out of the pics. He didn’t really answer me, so I’m guessing no. Luckily, we able to hang props off them, so it worked out.
It actually went very well, luckily my lady and I are so good looking we could have been covered in garbage and pulled it off. It probably helped that I didn’t get to use my ideas. I wanted to go shirtless holding a weapon (preferably a sword, but any would do). I did get to hold an axe, so I was appeased. I also wanted to be surrounded by bald eagles in a shot, but you can’t capture a bald eagle, unless it wants to be caught. That’s in the Constitution. Just like how every bald eagle is named Sam and if you touch one, a terrorist gets penis cancer. I love bald eagles.