photogenic

I used to do these picture/poetry things, but I stopped because I wasn’t a poet anymore. My husband was a poet, for real, for a minute. Then he stopped being a poet too.

Now that he isn’t a poet either, I figure I can do my stupid picture/crap-ass-poetry things. And I don’t care if they aren’t very good, because they’re just fun.

As a tribute to my dear hubby, who could write a poem about a black sock and people would adore it, I give you my first: photogenic.

Love you honey 😉