n occasion, I pretend that I am a professional photographer and subsequently utilize a less than compliant Eowyn as my muse. However, there are those infrequent, blessed moments upon which she will indulge my fanatical pretense and pose, almost like small doll, for a provincial photo shoot. I am certain that someday she will thank me, as she accepts an Oscar (after she thanks God & Ronald Reagan of course).
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