At the party Tess and I went to on Saturday, a good friend of the hostess is a professional photographer. Ad work and such. Quite an impressive resume really.
Lucky for Tess, he brought his big ass fancy camera to catch her in all of her, "DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS GET ME OUT OF THIS CRAZY MAN'S LAP" glory.
Don't think this puppy isn't going to be blown up, matted and framed.