Every Step You Take...Every Move You Make...

Do you ever feel like someone is watching you?

I do.

You would too, if you regularly looked in your photo file only to find a slew of photos of yourself that you did not know existed.

Hold the phone - am I somehow a celebrity?

Nope.

I have a husband who is teaching himself photography. One never knows where he may be lurking.

Just last night, around 12 a.m., he had the nerve to ask if he could take some pictures of me while I was reading my magazine on the couch. (I know, creepy, right?) "I'll delete them all when I'm done." At 12 a.m. that is just not a risk I'm willing to take.

In retrospect, at least he asked. At least he didn't just start snapping.

Because trust me, that's his go-to strategy.

Earlier today, he tricked me by saying that he would load the kids up in the car while I finished getting ready to go to town. As I was walking out the door, I remembered that I had two rotting gourds still sitting on my shelf that needed to be pitched into the pasture. A few steps closer to the door I realized that the temps were dipping and I would probably need my jacket. But I couldn't put it fully on, what with the rotting gourds in my hand. Oh, and if I need a jacket, my kids probably do, too.

So here I am, my jacket half-on, two rotting gourds in one hand, two little-people coats in the other.

If it were you, would you be feeling photo-oppish?

I hope so.

Is this a joke?

Am I on candid camera?

Am I secretly a celebrity and I don't even know it?

Hmm...Celebrities probably have "People" to toss their rotting gourds for them.

They also have year-round tans and jackets that match their shirts, so maybe not.
When I fully process that Cory is taking yet another picture of me doing yet another mundane task whilst lipgloss-less and, to varying degrees disheveled, this is the look I give him. An equal mix of confusion and angst. 90% of these pictures feature this expression.

Hours later, he struck again, this time under the guise of "I'm just taking a picture of your paintbrushes."

How does that saying go? Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on.....

I was working intently on a very fun, covert project.
(I always feel like somebody's watching me...)

My Christmas wish for all of you is a pair of these cushiony socks with rubber treads on the bottom.
(And I have no privacy. Whooa oh-no.)

You thought I was joking about my ugly, blue fleece blanket?
(I always feel like somebody's watching me.)

I wouldn't dream of it.
(Who's playin' tricks on me?)

Honey - It's nice to ask people if you can take their picture when they look presentable. This one I like!