I snap this photo which SHE’S NOT IN AGAIN!! She starts really worrying about this… she says, “Am I dead?! Am I dreaming?! Am I a vampire?!” (note: she’s allergic to garlic) She inspects the camera, turning it every which way etc. I say, “There isn’t a ‘remove wife from this photo’ option on a Polaroid, Sarah! How would I be doing this?! Here take a selfie.” So she does…