You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright.

My husband is a very unwilling photo taker.  He loves to take copious random, out-of-focus, completely unflattering shots of other people, but getting him to agree to being in front of the camera . . . for hours . . . while a photographer tells him to act like he's in love (with his, ahem, hot wife no less) . . . was a task of Herculean proportions.

If only his idol were to have stumbled into our engagement shoot . . . .

Kella McPhee via Blogness from the Edge of Town

Yeah, these lucky soon-to-be-weds were taking their engagement photos in Jersey when who should just happen to amble by but the Boss himself.*

Who then proceeds to serenade them.

At sunset.

On the beach.

Given the obsession my husband has with all things Springsteen, if this had happened to him, he quite likely would have shoved me into the ocean, whispered sweet nothings into Bruce's ear ("'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run."), and proposed marriage to him instead.

Instead, the only mofos who photobombed our engagement shoot were a pack of Chinese tourists, who seemed disgruntled that we were blocking their shots of the John Harvard statue.  (You might not want to get too close to that statue, dude, the drunk kids pee on it.)

Who do you wish would have photobombed your engagement or wedding photos?

* Special thanks to our friend Laura, who taunted us with this story.