Family Pictures.

Family pictures. One of the many things I dread every year. Just the uttering on these to words in the same sentence makes me want to punch a baby camel in the face.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against camels personally, Family pictures just make me want to punch a baby camel in the face.


The whole process of family pictures just agitate me way off my patience scale. First, we have to get our clothes together which is torture within itself.

And it usually goes like this:

After which I am in a terrible mood and it only goes down hill from here. My mood will progressively get worse in the hour it takes for our family to get ready. One thing that really sets me off is my mom yelling and running around the house like a badger on fire.
And with a flammable badger running through the house, no one can relax.

The third thing that raises my temper way beyond proportion are three words; Hair And Makeup. The and doesn't bother me as much as the other two words, but I still count it as one of the words because I'd much rather it be an 'or' than an 'and'. 

Now with my hair all poofy, my face looking like a clown, and my mom still continuing to act like a flammable badger, I took it upon myself to attend to my cat, Alflalfa. Nothing too interesting here, until it was time to leave. Me, being the enthusiastic, optimistic person I am took my cat rubbing against my leg as a way of him saying, “Thank you for the attention friend.”  When in reality he was actually deciding whether or not my leg would make a good scratching post. He decided to give it a whirl. Next thing I know my stocking had a rip and my leg was in pain. Cat claws hurt.

Not wanting to stress my mother out anymore than she already was, (because she would most likely explode and I definitely did not want that), I ignored the mark and the hole, and hoped she would not notice. She didn’t. She did however notice that my nails were painted. I won’t get into detail but let me just say, Holy crap.

Then, following the yelling and rushing out of the house, we arrived at the photography place, which was just my sister’s school. So, we arrive and the first thing that happens is, I freeze my butt off. I hate the cold when it’s not snowing.

Even though we were fashionably late to our appointment with the photographers, we still had to wait 15 minutes before we got out picture taken.

The actual picture taking wasn’t that bad, except I was very uncomfortable and the photographer kept telling me what to do.

I swear some people have no patience.

But thankfully it only comes once a year.