Last weekend, Scott, myself and the three critters got all gussied up for our annual Christmas card photo.
A friend of ours shot the photos in our front yard, and I couldn’t be happier with how they turned out!
(Although I am happy to not have to wear an evening gown in 15 degree weather again anytime soon.)
Not pictured: The series of photos in which Scott spread our faux-fur blanket in front of the fireplace so he could lie across it a la Burt Reynolds.
Also not pictured: The images in which Scott insisted on “borrowing” our friend’s little girl to confuse people into believing that Scott and I had somehow acquired a two-year-old daughter.
Alright fine…I’ll suppose I can show you that one.
Stay tuned for the final Christmas Card photo. It’s completely ridiculous in a “we live in Connecticut and play Polo on the weekends” sort of way.