Blink Blink
There is one of us in every family
& I must confess.
I am THAT one in mine.
It’s picture time.
Everybody is dolled up, lined up, set up.
Nice and nice.
Pretty and pretty.
& …
Are we ready ?
Ready ?
Ok.
Here. We. Go.
One.
Two.
Say Cheese.
CHEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ !!!!!!
There !
Over There.
See the person with her eyes closed ?
Yeah.
That’s me.
The Blinker.
Yep.
I am confidently embarrassed to say, it happens allllll the time.
I think it goes back to the flashbulb days.
My eyeballs have never quite recovered from the chain reaction of blue dots that followed that humongous flash.
Apparently I still have a few DOT DOT DOT issues so, please be kind.
My blinking eyes might also be caused by the pressure of being known as the family blinker.
The more I am reminded not to blink, the more I think about blinking.
It’s intense.
Intense, I tell you.
I have improved over the years, though.
As technology advanced, so did the need to close my eyes at the wrong time.
At least, I think I have improved.
We’ll never really know since every single one of my duds are immediately eliminated from existence.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete that one too.
whew.
It never happened.
I try.
I really try.
& when I do ?
My family is graced with a way too wide eyed picture of me instead.
ooops.
scary.
Yes. Yes.
The rumors are true.
I am the reason for many a goofy family picture.
I am the cause of a thousand Grrrrrrrs.
I am the originator of the redo. Redo. REDO ! ! !
I am The Blinker.
sigh.
Now.
Can we try this again ? ! ? ! !
One. More. Time.
! ! Cheese ! !
🙂
