My sweet husband who I lovingly refer to as Billy, Eddie, Edwin, Big Daddy, Big Dog, etc. (I really like re-naming people I like. . . as a side note. . . most of you have another name I call you that you don’t know about . . . don’t worry, most of them are nice ) has a deep passionate love for his iPhone. There’s about a 98.7% chance that when you see him he’ll be holding it in the palm of his hand doing something on it. This includes while he is walking in a crowd, driving, working, listening to a sermon, sleeping and showering (just kidding). I’ve tried taking it from him but the results (twitching, shaking, crying) were too scary so I gave it back. He does a lot of random things on it and I must say it is a really cool device. However, over the past few weeks I have felt like I am living with the paparazzi. Billy is frequently using the camera on his iphone to take photos of me. It seems that every time I turn around I’m hearing that fake camera shutter sound and he has just taken another random picture of me doing something weird. On numerous occasions we have been in the middle of a restaurant and I look up and he is holding his phone in the air smiling and has just taken a picture of me, chewing, wiping my mouth, picking my teeth, etc. Now, he does use it to capture normal picture moments (i.e. our adorable children) but it’s the other pictures he is taking that I find a bit strange. Here are a few examples.

Do we really need a picture of me wiping Griffin’s nose?

What kind of face am I making and why do we need a picture of me looking at my camera?

I know that some girls might ask someone to take a picture of the back of their head maybe so they can see what their hair looks like. . . me, not so much. I’m not really sure why Big Daddy needs a picture of the back of my head either. What does this say about my face?

Now this one is so paparazzi. It’s like I’m Angelina Jolie and he just captured a shot of me walking down the street with one of my 16 children I’ve adopted.

There are quite a few others but I don’t want to bore you with really random pictures of myself. I couldn’t figure out why Eddie keeps shoving the camera in my face and taking pictures of me as I throw my hand up and say leave me alone. Maybe, just maybe, he thinks I am going to be famous someday and he is just trying to prepare me for the real paparazzi. Whatever the case, if you see us in public and he is holding the phone in the air, well, I’ll forgive you if you pretend you don’t know us.

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