When Your Husband Is a Professional Photo Bomber

I had a plan today. Simple plan. Take one cute photo by the kitchen island for my stories. Natural lighting was perfect, outfit was on point, hair was cooperating. What could go wrong?

When Your Husband Is a Professional Photo Bomber

Enter Marcus with his dad jokes and random observations about why kitchen islands are called islands when they’re clearly peninsulas. I’m trying to hold my phone steady and he’s over there doing his best stand-up routine about granite countertops.

The comedian at work

The man thinks he’s hilarious. The worst part? He actually is.

Twenty minutes later, I’ve got mascara slightly smudged from laughing so hard, zero usable selfies, and a husband who looks way too proud of himself for completely derailing my content plans.

Mission accomplished

But honestly? These are the moments I want to remember. The perfectly planned photos are nice, but the ones where we’re just being ridiculous together are the real treasure.

Finally got the shot

Though next time I’m definitely hiding in the bathroom to take my selfies. That man has zero chill when it comes to photoshoots.