Usually, during a photo shoot, I run around so much that I end up losing a couple of pounds by the time it's all over. Not this time. Not by far. This time I finished the shoot no less than 2 pounds heavier. It wasn't my fault. After shooting all the goods, they weren't fit to be sold. Nor where they fit to be thrown away. So we did the most sensible thing... we ate them. All fifty seven of them.
