I had a husband like that, once. Took phenomenal pictures of everything and many one’s except me: always managed to look hideously flat of hair and large of rounded bits, with my eyes glancing up and over in just the wrong way, for a cumulative suggestion of one or two or several stowaway chromosomes out yonder at the far edge of the spiral.
I think he maybe did it on purpose.
[that's a little joke. & cautionary tale.]
I had a husband like that, once. Took phenomenal pictures of everything and many one’s except me: always managed to look hideously flat of hair and large of rounded bits, with my eyes glancing up and over in just the wrong way, for a cumulative suggestion of one or two or several stowaway chromosomes out yonder at the far edge of the spiral.
I think he maybe did it on purpose.
[that's a little joke. & cautionary tale.]