The Three Stooges

We went out Saturday night with The Keeper and

a bunch of other friends. As always, we wanted our

picture taken and for some reason thought

our husbands would help us out and behave. Not likely.

Try #1.

Dustin: Something's wrong with the camera, its too blurry.

Let me fix it and I'll try again.

So, now we're standing there all cute and ready while he plays with

the camera for 5 minutes trying to fix it. Click.

The Keeper: I wasn't even lookin' at you.

Me: One more.

So this is what we ended up with. My eyes barely open and The Keeper looking a little surprised. Let's try this again.

Me: Hey babe, take a picture of us?

Dustin: OK.

Here's what we got:


Me: Let me see. You dork!

Dustin: What? You didn't say what part of you to take a picture of.

Me: Try again.

Again, the outcome.

The men just can't leave us alone! I can't believe The Keeper's husband, Bud Man, isn't in one of these. It makes it seem like he's all innocent! Which is so not the case......check this out!

See, I told ya, he's a brat, too!

And finally. Mostly because we had enough of tweedle dee, tweedle dum and tweetdle dodo!!