Time #9823 that my wife almost murdered me:
Someone was asking about a shidduch for my sister. It was a “double shadchan” situation, where one shadchan knew my sister and the other knew some guy. The boys shadchan (not a professional, just a ba’alabusta) asked to email a picture. I sent her a smiley face I drew with the message “You trust me on her middos, surely you can trust me on her looks”.