The Yearbook Picture

On Monday Mark had to dress up for yearbook pictures...reminds you of elementary school all over again, right?! But no one ever had an elementary school photographer like Mark had! In Mark's words, "He violated my expectations." (yeah those lawyering phrases pop out every now and then) The photographer was posing Mark when all of the sudden he got about 2 inches away from Mark's face, stared at his forehead, and exclaimed, "Wow, I can see the EXIT sign reflected on your forehead, clear as day!" Then the good photographer busted out a container of makeup powder and started applying it--a little on the forehead but why stop there--and he proceeded to powder Mark's entire face! (Now my husband is a manly man, and he does not tolerate makeup coming anywhere near him. I know because in our early marriage year I tried to talk him into letting me put make up on him. Usually my begging can talk him into just about anything, but he wasn't budging on the makeup issue.) The weirdness of it all didn't end with the powder though. Then the photographer began taking pictures. "Ok, give me some smiles. Now let's try mouth closed. Whoah, that is not you! Let's go back to mouth open." And on it went with the photographer taking at least 8 pictures posing Mark for each one. Finally, Mark escaped from the twilight zone he felt like he had stepped into and frantically wiped the powder off his face. I'll let you know how it goes next year!