Before I get into it, let me just set up the scene for you. We got up this morning to clean the house/studio as we had a family coming over for a Christmas shoot. Normally this is a regular practice, but we've been so busy lately, that the clutter in our house was a bit more substantial than normal...probably adding to the 'mood' of the morning was the fact that I hit the snooze button at least 4 times, and finally rolled out of bed to Gary's voice yelling from the kitchen "they're going to be here in an hour!".
Hello Saturday morning....
SO, once out of bed, I proceeded to take my half of the clean up while Gary set up his camera gear. This consisted of:
1. Filling the dishwasher
2. Cleaning up the counter which had receipts, mail, and last nights' Spiced Winter Ale glasses cluttered onto of it. (Local Company Plug time: Yukon Brewing is our amazing little local brewery which makes the best holiday ale in the WORLD...it's our favourite and i'm drinking a glass of it as I type...you'll have to do the tour!)
3. Putting in a load of laundry: BUT WAIT! SOMEone had left a pile of clothes in the middle of the floor blocking me even getting up to the washing machine. (HINT: it wasn't Bill Murray)
4. Bill Murray ate a pair of my underwear out of the laundry basket...i'm still waiting for him to 'dispose' of it...(NOTE: this isn't the first, or the last pair of our clothing he will consume)
5. Taking out the recycling...BUT WAIT! SOMEone had left a pile of clothes in the middle of the floor blocking me from getting out to the garage...(HINT: AGAIN, it wasn't Bill Murray)
6. Sweep up the tumble weeds of Murray fur that were rolling through the living room even though I just swept yesterday.
7. Make egg muffins for breakfast. (that part was good)
And then?? Photoshoot...which went really well and was quite enjoyable, thank you for asking.
SO after all that was complete, you'd think we'd sit down, say good morning to each other and enjoy some quality time on our Saturday! Ahhh but you are wrong.... instead we went downtown, and set up for our yearly gig of shooting Santa photos for the city. Every year Gary is quite excited for this, and I always tend to be a bit nervous about it. Today we finally realized why.
Normally my mom, dad and our long-time family friend Dorothy help out as our 'elves', but because they're away visiting our niece this year, we had our good friend Carrie (who is amazing and we owe big time) come help instead. At the end of the 3 hours, Gary was all smiles and Carrie and I looked like we both were about to fall over...you see, here's how the Santa photos work:
1. One person (this time Carrie) takes money/fills out forms...in other words, tries to juggle taking payment, writing descriptions of the children, answering questions, and trying to file people through the door all at once.
2. The next person (that would be me), takes the parent's info, tries to get the kids pumped up that they're next in line to see the man himself, OR tries to calm them down from their "there's a large man in a suit that's about to kidnap me from my parents arms" crying fits. I then have to re-explain process to the parents and get the next kids ready to go so that the lineup can keep moving.
3. Gary gets to take photos and eat candy canes.
He loves it...and don't get me wrong, it's actually a super fun job, but it's also crazy tiring....
Which is how this long winded story lands us back to the beginning of this post...a pizza night happened.
So i'm sitting at the computer 10 minutes after we got through the door, starting to edit photos, when we decided we both were going to pass out if we didn't get food soon. SO, Gary gets on the phone and makes a pizza order...the difference? THIS time as he's ordering he loudly states: "Whole wheat crust please" into his phone and winks at me... (NOTE: if Gary never had to eat whole wheat ever again he'd be a happy man...so this was obviously a 'cheer me up'/'thank you' dough choice.
What a sweat heart eh? Just looking out for his future wife to be...
45 Minutes passes...We bite into our first slice of pizza and pour ourselves some Spiced Winter Ale, and in that magical moment, the moment our Saturday night finally begins, Gary exclaims:
"Whole whheeeeaaaaaattt! See how much I love you?? I ordered whole wheat crust on this pizza! I sure as SHIT didn't order it for me!"
Que: "Love is all you neeeeeeeed".
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