This Is Why I’m Not a Photographer

I’m awful at asking for help. Whenever I need help with something, I call my dad put on my big girl panties, stick my nose up in the air, and say, “I can do it.”

But everyone needs help sometimes. Even me. And it’s ok to ask for help. Especially when it comes to taking pictures.

The other night Ozzy and I were cuddling on the couch after a long walk.

Thoughtsy: This would be a great picture! Ozzy, don’t move!

Ozzy: Are you kidding me? Your lap is comfy. I’m not going anywhere.

When you don’t ask for help…

Oops

You end up with a picture of your boobs instead of the cute and cuddling pups.

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “But what better way to get that spider out of the corner of your ceiling?”—Bluzdude

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I eat lots of sugar. It's the only way to keep up with my new baby and to outrun zombies. View all posts by thoughtsappear

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