You better watch out, I’m tellin’ you why…
DADDY IS TRYING TO TAKE A MOTHERFUCKINGPICTURE AND IF YOU DON’T CUT THE SHIT THERE’S GOING TO BE NO CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR I MEAN IT!
It’s Christmas portrait time, Queefies.
It’s one of the most stressful days of the year for Crissy and Mister because omg kids. If you’ve ever tried to take a portrait of your kids with their shiny happy little faces you know it’s a total fucking shitshow.
We decorate the tree, light the fireplace, set up the camera and the lights, get them into their matching Christmas dresses (purchased weeks in advance in preparation), comb their hair and get them in front of the camera to pretend that we are a functional family.
There’s bribery of the M&M persuasion and when that doesn’t work there’s threats of taking away television and when that doesn’t work Christmas gets cancelled like fifteen times.
Then comes the begging: “Please just smile. This is not for US, this is for your family! Auntie Cya and Marcy and Dips and Pop-Pop and Popa and Grammie and Uncle Billy and the people who love you want to have nice pictures of you! DON’T YOU LOVE AUNTIE CYA? Smile for Auntie Cya! Come on, come on, sit here and smile…good! good! YAY! Happy Kids! AW FUCK! THE DOG’S ASS IS IN THE FUCKING FRAME! GET THE FUCKING DOG OUT OF HERE!”
And then we try again and again and it goes similarly and it’s exactly like herding 147 profoundly retarded cats.
I start sounding like Bill Cosby: “Come here. Come here. Come Here. Here! Here! Here! Here! Heeeeeerrrreeeeeeeee!!!!”
“Sit down. Sit down. Sit down. Sitsitsitsitsitsitsit.”
And I look like Jeffrey’s mother:
This is because Girlfriend knows she’s in a position of power over both of us, so she fucks with us. She splays her legs out, she crosses her eyes, she sticks out her tongue, she does whatever she can think of to ruin the shot.
She finds it tremendously rewarding to see Mister and me go to Crazytown.
Now, one might question why we do this year after year if it’s such a disaster.
Because if we didn’t, we wouldn’t get pictures like this:
Have yourself a crappy little Christmas.