No Photography Talk Today

I am a good story teller. I can give you every detail, and you won’t be bored. The blog today isn’t about photography. It’s about life. My life is funny. My husband is hilarious. We are told daily that we need our own show. At one of my sessions this week I was reminded of one of my very favorite “Noah Stories.” Yes...they have a name. This is “The Courthouse Steps” story. Here goes:

My parents have a house in Tennessee, and Noah and I love it there. We had just spent a week at the house and boating at the lake (boating stories are a whole other blog or two, guys). On the way home, we stopped at Pizza Hut. In life,it is very difficult for my husband to say no to anyone. It’s a blessing and a curse. Our very young two daughters somehow talked him into $1.00 fairy tattoos. I’m not talking about Tinkerbell. I’m talking about scantily clad, kinda floozy-looking fairies with cleavage the size of the grand canyon and waists the size of my thigh, and they were HUGE! I was actually stunned to silence when I saw them. Noah just shrugged and said, “I didn’t know.” Long story short, I said you are not putting those on you, a battle of wills insued, I won, and the girls

forgot about the tattoos.

When we got home, we realized we had forgotten to pay our property taxes before we left. So, the next day we all load up in the car to drive to the courthouse. Noah decided he will just run in and pay the taxes while we wait in the car. He gets out, crosses the road, and as I look up, I see (what I think) is a large piece toilet paper hanging off his butt. I say kind of to myself, “What is on him...” when I realize it’s one of the scandalous tattoos. Carlea says, “shouldn’t we tell him?” I look over and see a rather attractive woman going up the courthouse steps behind him. I say, “nah...let’s just watch.”

This very attractive woman starts trying to get Noah’s attention as she leans over to grab the tattoo off his butt. In a very nervous reaction, as Noah turns to acknowledge the woman and sees she is reaching for his butt, he swats her hand and dodges her making her stumble in her pencil skirt and skinny heels. He nervously looks back toward the car as she is still stumbling and trying to explain. He whips around to the other side as she catches her balance and goes for the grab AGAIN! This time she stumbles in the opposite direction! So he whips to the other side, desperately trying to find whatever she’s reaching for, but ol’ girl just ain’t giving up! One more swipe and she gets it and looks at it was she hands it to him seeing the hooker of a fairy that had been firmly attached to his rear.

I laughed so so hard I cried. I CRIED! I called my best friend trying to tell her and couldn’t even speak I was laughing so hard. She didn’t even know what was happening and was still laughing bc I was hyperventilating with laughter.

This is why my life is like a sitcom, and when I get down on how things are going, I have to think back on these moments in my life when nothing matters but laughter (at Noah’s expense..lol). I am sure I’ll be sharing more Noah Stories in the future!