Hellooo (shy wave)! I'm Mrs. Hot Cocoa, and I used to blog here. Sorry I disapparated into the void (a.k.a. the new house we just bought and moved into). After a month of constructing IKEA furniture with unpronounceable names and learning to do homeownerish things like mow the lawn and fix the boiler, I'm back to pick up where we left off: bride and groom portraits.
Of course, what is actually happening is this: Our wonderful photographers, in an effort to stage a romantic shot, say to Mr. HC, "Get closer to her. Smell her cheek."
"Smell her cheek?" That's one step removed from "pull my finger."
Since we have the sense of humor of a sixth-grade boy, Mr. HC and I find it hilarious. I am sure I whisper "that's what she said" under my breath, Mr. HC licks my cheek instead of smelling it, and we burst into ugly-face laughter.