I feel like a sh*t for writing this, but I have to confess of being a little "faker" last week.

I briefly mentioned that I am doing some work in the basement. Part of this deals with DW and I going through a boxes of memorobilia.

Currently our basement has 5 pictures of SS hanging on the walls. There's none of BS and BD. I don't really care but there is one 12 x 12 photo of baby-SS that I can't stand and purposely avert my eyes from it whenever I approach it. If if was a smaller picture, it would be fine but this "zoomed in" picture of baby SS looks like a head-shot of Jabba the Hut with his eyes closed.

DW got the idea to run a new line of wall photos along the ceiling overhang (yes, the same overhang that tall-boy bumped his head into the other day) with these old pictures we dug up out of storage.

At first I was hesitant, because I knew DW would take this opportunity to hang even MORE photos of SS. But a quick cursory glance of the photos proved to me that there wasn't any. DW had, before she moved in, taken out a lot of photos of SS to make a scrap book project so I felt pretty safe in the assumption that no new photos of SS would be going up.

The first picture to go up was a picture of DW as a kid holding a puppy. Her first dog. The next picture was of me and my brother at Christmas time that was taken about 15 years ago. The next picture was of DW and her best friend (the one that introduced us) at some high school event.

So far so good.

We're hanging up picture of our "past" selves; before we met each other. I'm really digging this. It's kind of like a "picture timeline".

Then suddenly DW gets all gushy and says. "Ooh look! Can we put this one up next?"

Frak me! It's a picture of SS in a stroller, sucking on a pacifier. He looks too old to have a pacifier. He also doesn't look very happy.

"Urm...I uh....Well he isn't smilling there." I explain. "In fact he looks angry. Kind of goes against the theme we have going here..."

"Ooh! I have just the photo then!" DW says.

And she runs to get her scrap book and pulls a bunch of photos out!

In my head I am thinking 'No! No! No! NO! NOOOOOOOO! This ain't happening!!!'

"Ooh! Ah!" I start to exclaim while massaging my wrist. "My hand is cramping up! Sorry DW, I think I am done hanging up these photos. We'll continue another time okay?"

I couldn't believe myself. I faked an injury to get out of hanging up more pictures of SS!

So our picture timeline project remains incomplete.