Iggy cannot smile for the camera.

I’ve tried everything. Making funny faces at Iggy. Tickling him when we’re standing side by side for a photo. Saying “try showing some teeth.”

Nothing works.

But Iggy has a beautiful smile in person. That’s part of what attracted me to him.

Meanwhile, I seem to have mastered the knack of smiling for photographers. My mother-in-law claims that she has never seen a bad picture of me. Good thing she concentrates on my face and not on my tummy, hips or thighs.

Iggy has immortalized me in many photos. From the frequency with which he snaps my image, you might think I was Paris Hilton and he was one of the paparazzi going after a big money pic.

Iggy acts as if he’s crazy about me. I’m crazy about him.