After three years of avoidance, we’ve (mostly Michelle) have started trying to put together a real album. We’re not the happiest with photos from our wedding, which I suppose is to be expected when the photographer shows up late, takes all the photos in the same spot, and misses important details like malfunctioning wardrobes. We were sharing these sentiments with family when we learned that the photographer actually indirectly asked for my father-in-law not to take pictures.
We were shocked to say the least, but then the anger set in. You mean we could have had more usable photos?!? But we don’t because the photographer not only did a crappy job, but she thwarted others from taking pictures.
The irony I guess is that both of our families put a pretty high interest on photography. Irony with paper-cut and lemon juice.
*name removed* right? I had a crush on her daughter in elementary school. I thought she was all mine, when here “boyfriend” from Brazil sneezed and a green booger came out, (it was actually green!) No way could she go back with him after that, but love is blind to green boogers I guess cause they were holding hands the next day.