Oh Holy Hell, there is no greater motivating factor (to get in shape) than to have your 80 year old father take Christmas pictures (he had them developed today).
Bad angle? He don’t care. A mouth full of food? He don’t care. In the middle of talking? He don’t care.
Every single picture is taken from his recliner. If you were in view, you were in the pic.
The best part….he thinks we all look wonderful. At the end of the day, I guess that’s all that really matters.
I’m just lucky he’s mine.
P.S. Don’t tell him, but I snuck 3 of the worst pictures in my purse. I basically just stole from my own father.