We finally got around to getting my oldest daughter’s senior pictures taken this past Saturday.

This was the same day that I dropped of the guys to do their fishing, camping, almost going to jail thingy.

I’m going to back track a little here.

The plan as of Friday night was that I would drop the guys off somewhere around 10am or before Saturday morning, that way I had time to get back and do what I had to do. Like usual, that plan flew right out the window.

Hubby had to run some errands first thing Saturday morning, which made him later getting back to the house than planned. He didn’t get back until 12pm. Grrrrr!!! They still had to pack their shit and wait on the guy down the road to get there. The whole time, my daughter’s ranting and raving that she needs to go to the store and get some hair stuff (not sure what she needed). I told her that we would just stop by the store on the way back from dropping the guys off. Knowing that we were pressed for time before we ever left the house. We didn’t leave the house until 1pm or a little after. We take the guys to the park, unload their junk and we leave. We go to the store to get her hair stuff then head back to the house for her to finish getting ready for her pictures. We don’t get back to the house until almost 2:30pm…. Her picture appointment is at 2:45 and it takes about 25 minutes or so to get there. She rushes in the bathroom, does whatever she does with her hair and we finally leave the house right at 2:45. Already late!!!

I’m rushing trying to get there hoping that they wouldn’t cancel the appointment because we are late. I think I made record time from my house to the studio. I became one of those aggressive drivers that I hate! Oh shit!!! I became my husband!!!

So we finally make it to the studio and they can still take her even though she’s late. Phew!! Thank goodness. I really didn’t want to have to reschedule and do all of this shit again, not to mention we’re down to the deadline as far as getting the picture in on time for the yearbook.

The photographer, a gay black guy (I am guessing here…but if I’m wrong…shoot me ok) had us cracking up the whole time. He would get her in position for a shot then he’d say something that had us rolling and he’d get to laughing and wouldn’t be able to take the picture. He was a riot!

He was trying to take a few serious poses of her and she couldn’t stop laughing at him. Every time he thought she had it under control, he’d go to take the picture and she’d bust out laughing. It took quite a few shots to finally get the serious ones he was looking for.

I’m glad he kept us laughing because if not, I would’ve been in tears thinking about my baby graduating. I did get a little teary when she had the formal picture taken but not too bad. I’m usually a faucet.

So now we have to wait about 2 weeks before we get the proofs but I think they will turn out nice.