“Where are all the pictures of me?”

I might be one of the last dinosaurs that actually prints out pictures. I talk to strangers in stores and offer assistance even when I’m not asked. I’m the guy that prints out MapQuest Directions too…hell, I’m that guy on those Progressive TV commercials that warns us about turning into our parents.

This summer I ran into a little snafu between WalMart’s Photo printing services and UPS handling of the delivery options. Somewhere in transit, $15 bucks’ worth of Happy Snappys were misplaced. After some email follow up to Wally World customer service and consultation with my local Professional Online Purchasing Agent, a reprint and reshipment was expeditiously sent my way.

A few short days later, my local, Professional Online Purchasing Agent sat on the couch and fingered through a random collection of pictures of big fish and hockey stick arts & crafts. When I walked in the front door, she waved the photo envelope at me and questioned, “Where are all the pictures of me?”

We laughed but buried in the pile of nonsense pictures there was a hint of truth. Her whit and sarcasm are the way she hugs. There were zero pictures of my Dream Woman in that WalMart run of reprints.

A few short days later, I text her a picture of my desk a work showing a timeless picture of the two of us, arm in arm, cutting a rug at a Wedding reception. My Agent quickly replied that said picture is "10 years old!” Actually, it was 8 years old but I decided not to correct her.

Fact is – I don’t have enough pictures of my wife. I will never have enough. She deserves a whole album dedicated to her beauty. No – I stand corrected – she deserves volumes of photo albums dedicated to her beauty.

Look at this Dime Piece.

And to think, I’m the lucky schmuck that she chose to look after all these years!