Noses.

Look how sleepy and scruffy we are. 

Last night Luke pointed to a picture of Mark Ruffalo excitedly.

“Luke, do you have a crush on Mark Ruffalo or something?”

“No, I thought you did!”

“What made you think I did?”

“I don’t know ..what made you think I did?”

“The other day you looked at a picture of him, and coyly said ‘He’s called Mark Ruffalo and his hair’s all ruffle-y so it suits him’.”

“Weeeellllll.  It does!”

Also, I just googled his name to see if I was spelling it right, and I see that Luke’s already visited his Wiki page. 

And now, for something completely different.

It’s been well over a year now, and Luke is still persisting in trying to prove that I’m wrong when I insist that I’m not photogenic.

He’s losing the argument again, and again.  Not even sepia can fix it.  If there’s a camera, my body and face arrange themselves in awkward positions and things like this happen. 

Luke takes pretty pictures.  These are all Luke pictures and they are all lovely.  Also so is Exmouth, and the sky, and all sorts of things.

Living with Luke is many things, amusing, lovely, weird, and at times downright uncomfortable.