Here, we are posing with the Irishman's cousin and his cousin's wife (and their soon to be hatched son). It had all of the makings of a lovely family photo...except that my husband has great difficulty acting normal if he knows that a camera is on him. Okay, okay, he has trouble acting normal in general. Seriously, what is with that face? And for heaven's sake, when did he acquire his 18th yellow t-shirt?!? I know that the Steelers addiction is genetic, but what is wrong with the much subtler black shirt that his cousin is wearing?
The Irishman is one of those people who is very quiet when you first meet him. And then he gets comfortable with you. And then he blows out your eardrums with exuberance. And then you look at me with a pitying glance because you know that it is impossible to hide in public with this very vocal person in a neon yellow shirt.
But seriously, don't worry about me. I've turned to booze to cope. Just Kidding. Sort of.
1 comment:
at least he's not sticking his tongue out or crossing his eyes...wait you have plenty of that look too. :)
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