Robby’s Christmas Party is perhaps my most annual of traditions.
Years come and go, people move away and come back, pink santa hats are exchanged for antler ears – and yet the party goes on.
A couple of years ago, we started taking a group picture at the end of the night.
Usually Heather is in charge of such an important task, but somehow this year she hesitated long enough that I was able to insert myself into the process.
But it turns out there might be a reason I’ve never been given charge of the group photo.
Maybe because I don’t own a camera remote.
Or because I happen to fall down a lot while trying to move quickly.
Or maybe it’s just antler discrimination.
(If you haven’t experienced it, maybe you’re the problem.)
(Think about it.)
In short, I’m not sure I’ll be allowed to take the group photos next year.
So we should enjoy these gems while they’re with us.
There is a single photo in which I am not moving.
And despite what it looks like, I didn’t photoshop myself in.
(I don’t have nearly the skill for such a thing.)
(Which you might have already guessed.)
There were a few other group photos
But they were all blurry
‘Cause I don’t believe
In limiting my crappiness at something
To only one area,
p.s. I’ve decided to follow Elsie’s lead and take/post a photo a day of home for 2013. Since I just moved, I figured this would be a really good way to document my daily life. However, I figured most of you probably don’t care to see my orange balloon animal book end, so I’m posting said photos on Best of Fates’ Facebook page. But if you’re dying to know if my kitchen cabinets have doors (twist: they don’t), you can head on over and see photographic evidence for yourself.The Awkwardest of Annual Christmas Party Photos