Usually I have trouble getting models, but after numerous bribe offers and pleading on my knees I got three willing ones and one semi-willing. (You can guess who that is) I got them all to dress up in their PSU shirts with jeans and whatever props they wanted. John took a machine gun that yelled "Fire!" when you pressed a button; of course Suzers took one too, and Britt and Chrissy just brought themselves.
There isn't as much background-variety around as there will be when the trees get their leaves, but we still had a lot of fun. Although sometimes the others and I had conflicting ideas: John was always wanting to stare at the ground, or shoot his gun at the camera. Britt didn't really want to smile, she just made silly faces and slouched. Chrissy was little Miss Supermodel, and tried to pull off all sorts of poses. Suzy was perfect! Naw, I'm sure she was just as difficult, I just can't remember. (That's how she works, by the way). 
And then, of course, when you have Britt and John in the same fifty-foot vicinity, things can get a little crazy. What with the sparring matches, and the hurling sharp objects in the air, and the setting the dog on the chickens, and the picking up worms and shoving them in Chrissy's face, and the inexplicable urge to yell at the top of their lungs; the list goes on. Like time.
But our family has lots of fun, and even though being cooped up with a deadly ninja, two drama queens, one Shepherd-with-Beagle-sound-effects, one ginormous Shepherd, and a squirmy worm can get wearing sometimes, I wouldn't trade it all for anything. Not even a million bucks (although I would be tempted). :-)
Excellent blog Betsey, you are getting so grown up.
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