I thought we could do a family Christmas portrait using Brooke's camera on a timer. Sure the lighting wouldn't be great, but photoshop (yes, a verb) the coloring and maybe use filters to artsy-it up and any picture can be awesome. This failure is on par with the time I cut open a coat to tailor it so it would fit me better, despite having sewed one thing ever. Where does this misplaced confidence come from? Needless to say, no photos were even worth editing and we'll probably just go have it done at Target or something. Here's the result.