This is a picture of me and my other Other. The other AM. My husband, Armando Morales. He takes a lot of my photos. Sometimes I ask. Sometimes he volunteers. “You need me to help you?” “Why don’t you let me help you? Hold on… just let me finish this game…”
Sometimes we argue about it. He’s very opinionated. Usually the pictures come out better because of him.
This one was his idea. I suggested the dinner plates. We got all the food groups (pork, salad, beans and beer). Nice dish ware. Lovely wife. So much angst. Why???
Armando’s father is named Armando, like his father before him. They hail from pre-Castro Cuba, and they are very proud. But Armando grew up being called by his middle name, Cris (my middle name too), and most people become confused when they match his first name with his face. It’s annoying, and I can relate.
Obviously there are plenty of other things to be pissed about in this day and age. But not being seen by others as you want to be seen… that is a personal problem much older than you and ME.
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I like your Other Other. I like him a lot. He takes really good pictures.
I love this one:
And he holds a meeaaannn butter knife! xo ME