Ever since 1992 (or maybe it was '93) when I kept ruining Bradley's photos of Trajan's Column in Rome by poking my head into the frame at the last minute, he's been hellbent on revenge. Here, I was trying to capture the poetry of this solitary red velvet birthday cupcake (from Auntie Em's, my favorite), when BP dove in, almost breaking his ribs on the dining room chair. Later, I got the picture I wanted (sans hubs), but I ended up liking this one better. (Maybe he feels the same way about all those Trajan's Column pics with my little head in them, too?!)
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