addiction

I have a serious problem. I am severely addicted to photobooths. Not in the sense that I actively seek them out daily to get my fix, but more so in the matter of not being able to pass one by without jumping in for a series of shots (the photographic kind).

At a recent wedding for 2 amazing people, a photobooth (dubbed the "pogobooth") was set up by their talented photographers from Pogo Photo . As soon as I realized what was being set up, I was drawn right to it like a fly to a florescent light.

In quite an embarrassing result, a good bulk of the photos from the booth are of me...and me and my husband...and me and my buddy mar...you get the picture. Let me shed some light on the subject:

Truly terrifying. I think I may need an intervention.