This is part 2 of a 3 part series where I document being subjected to Glamour Shots on Mother's Day of 2010.
When I came home from "Glamour Day" at the spa, I was still chuckling over what I had just endured. When I walked in the door, the children ran towards me and then immediately started to run away. Mr. Boy was screaming, "What happened to your face?" and then ran to his favorite hideout. I had no idea make up could be so traumatizing. Mr. Man did a double take and said, "Wow, they did your make up." It was at that moment I realized he had no idea what had taken place. I decided to keep the Glamour Shots a secret and torture erm.. I mean surprise him with the shots.
When I picked up the Glamour Shots, I immediately framed this one and set it on Mr. Man's nightstand. When he came home from basketball, he walked in the room and motioned to the picture by the bed.
Mr. Man: Who is that?
Moi: Who do you think?
Mr. Man: Did it come with the frame?
Moi: Uh... no
Mr. Man: Wait is that... is that.. YOU?
Moi: Yep, do you love it?
Mr. Man: Wow, it is really really fancy.
He looked troubled, but tried to hide it. After about an hour of lounging on the bed watching the tail end of a game, with my photoshopped face staring at him... "beckoning him with my eyes" as the photographer had asked, Mr. Man asked for a favor.
Mr. Man: I love that you got all dressed up and fancy, but wow, it doesn't look like you. It.. um, I really, I mean... I really don't like it. Can we put a different picture there?
I just laughed heartily, I'm the first to admit these pictures are absolutely nothing like my personality. I keep referring to them as horrifyingly awesome. The worlds best worst picture of me. I knew Mr. Man would be creeped out by them, it is not me, it's not representative of the person he married, I'm just not the glamourous type! Thank Goodness!