I'm Ready For My Close-Up Mr. DeMille

This young man is Ashley and unfortunately for him the photographer assigned to take photos of my stuff and of me.  Now, I was not worried about my stuff.  It usually photographs nicely and if you like junk a person will over look the imperfections and dust.  But poor Ashley also had to try to get an acceptable picture of me, and I am telling you, that is not an easy task.  I am just not photogenic at all.  I am not ugly or uncooperative it's just that the camera takes one look at me and tries to run.  In my entire life I have about three pictures that look human and two of those pictures were taken before I reached the age of five. He was very patient  and charming but I truly believe he took about a hundred shots and hopefully one will not make me look like a bulldog before breakfast.  The rest of the experience was great.  I got to talk about my junk and where it came from and the interview seemed to go alright.  I am not sure exactly when the article will run but I will let you know and give you the link for the newspaper.  I guess my mini-day of fame is over and I better get on with the more glamorous side of life.  You know, cleaning out the refrigerator and doing the laundry. I do want to thank Linda and Robin for coming to my rescue the night before.  The troops gathered and conquered the dust and mayhem way beyond my wildest expectations.  It's too bad they couldn't do something about my close-ups.