Apr 03, 2007

Friday will be my birthday.

I’ll be older than I was in the other photos I posted here and here. Much. Older.

While this isn’t a milestone birthday, I’m definitely starting to feel my age, and look it as well. I guess that’s just the way it is. It’s also the reason I’m always behind the camera, rather than in front of it, these days.

So when we were ice skating last month, my husband thought he’d do me a favor by grabbing the Canon from my chair before I had a chance to do so. Sweet guy.

What’s funny is he really did think he was doing the right thing. The honorable thing. He thought, “I should really get Kelly in a picture with the kids. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

To answer this question for all you husbands out there that really mean well, but are generally clueless, this would not be nice. This would hardly even be human. And your photos will never see even the dim light of day, unless you happen to capture a moment when your wife is looking especially ravishing — or if, by chance, she decides to post this mortifying photo on the Internet, because she’s, well, crazy.

This, for instance, would not be the kind of portrait you should capture:

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Allow me to introduce you to Ms. Mom 2007 (thanks Lynanne for this particularly perfect caption from last week’s contest.)

Notice the perfectly eclectic blend of color on this ensemble. Please understand that this picture was not staged. Nosereebob. This is the way I look most winter days.

The hockey skates — given to me by said “husband” because he bought them for himself on eBay and they didn’t fit.

The paint-splotched sweatpants — because I keep them for days like this, when I will surely see no one anyway, since we live in the boonies. Besides, I only have three other pairs of decent pants, so I don’t want to use them for recreation. Notice the devil-may-care inside-outedness of the pockets. Because I take so much care to prepare myself in the morning.

The circa-1992 fuschia jacket-shell — which I pulled out from mildew storage because I left my brand-new powder blue shell somewhere — never to be found again. So the fuscia shell with the powder-blue lining. Nice. Recycling – just in time for Earth Day.

The green gloves — because they don’t have holes and they matched something once.

And the woolen cap — a Christmas gift from my mom and the only redeeming part of the outfit. If it was all by itself.

So people, I dare you. Caption this photo. I’ll be giving away a signed copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul: Celebrating Mothers and Daughters. Deadline is Wednesday at 8 PM CST.

Better yet, reveal the true you. Share your personal portrait today and put your permalink in the Mr. Linky below. Let’s have some FUN!

By the way, I did forgive the husband, since he took the shot, thinking I’m always beautiful.

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