This is most exciting to me. For years now he's been sporting the same blue jeans. I don't know if it's just the one pair or he's got twenty of them stashed somewhere because they all look the same. Not only that, but since we've both been exercising he quite literally worked his ass off. It's gone. Just gone. I mean, it's been months since I've seen anything that resembled an ass, so covered was it in voluminous folds of denim belonging to jeans he purchased years ago.
Over the weekend we finally managed to purchase jeans. With kids in tow! A feat no less miraculous then the fact that we've both been exercising every day of 2013.
And there was much rejoicing all around! Especially by those who enjoyed hiding in the "pants forests" at the mall and staring at their image in the three-way mirror.
Oh. And the kids were happy too.
So basically I spent the weekend following Serge around the house trying to snap a photo of his ass. He wouldn't allow it. He is such a buzzkill. After I nagged as I am wont to do when I don't get my way he finally sat down and let me take a couple pictures of him. Mostly because I said I'd take them in his bar and he's so proud of the bar he couldn't resist. And he should be. He built the walls in there himself. Bought the scrap metal, rusted it, treated it and hammered it up. Same with the barnwood you see. Since photos of him are so rare around these parts you'll surely excuse the photo dump.
Hey there handsome fella.
Why so serious. Can you give us a bit of smile?
I got him to change into a shirt that I felt fit the color scheme better by promising sex. It worked like a charm. I should employ sex as bait more often.
Okay, maybe we can still turn this around and use the photo bombers as props?
Oh! Oh! Look! Someone's really getting into this, is about to open a can of sexy all up on yo ass! Oh, wait. No. nevermind. He's just adjusting his shirt collar but, ladies, WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOW. You'd best stand back.
Photo session crashed! Just when things were getting interesting.
But wait! The Gun Show isn't over! The next day:
Oh and hey! Look what I got when he was least expecting it.
Blurry but still! At this point I'll take whatever ass I can get. Which, funnily enough, is Serge's marriage motto as well but for very different reasons.
P.S. Serge wrote this thing for Yahoo! which is totally worthy of a click. How My Deadbeat Dad made me a better father. Is it possible that there's a bright side to growing up without a dad? Maybe.