If Tripods Weren't So Damn Heavy I'd Have One Of Them In My Big Purse, Too

I still haven't figured out a way to take a photo of myself without the dreaded "self-photo chin" that inevitably accompanies holding your arm out to take the shot. But I thought I should still post this shot of John and me, taken during our Outstanding Anniversary Dinner Without Kids, since it's far more recent than the four-year-old image of us I posted last week.


[Edited to add:]

Christine, since you asked:

The hostess took this one, but failed to tell me that my hair was trying to eat my face at that very moment.