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.
Awww. This is sweet.
I’d take you over Paris Hilton any day!
I HATE having my picture taken. I do not own a camera, and there are relatively few pictures of me floating around on this earth, thank God (Iggy–do NOT consider this a challenge!).
Comment by Fat Charlatan — January 29, 2006 @ 1:17 pm
What kinda kamera does da igster use? It musht be a good one.
You are so lucky to have a man like him!
Comment by igme — January 30, 2006 @ 8:14 pm
I strongly suspect that Comment 2 was written by Iggy himself. He’s a very modest guy.
Comment by Administrator — January 30, 2006 @ 9:28 pm