We all know how much I absolutely LOVE to have my picture taken. Yes! It makes me SO HAPPY. Not AS happy as prolonged vomiting, mind you, but slightly happier than, say, a rectal exam. (I’m pretty sure the sarcasm isn’t directly related to photography, but who knows. It could be a side effect of the PURE RAPTURE.)
Anyway, in spite of my deep love of various representations of myself in photos–which invariably yield something where I appear to either be swallowing my own chin or displaying my teeth to prove that I am indeed related to Mr. Ed–I was so excited today, I had to take a picture.
In fact, I sat myself down, poured a glass of wine, and pondered the wisdom of Mrs. Kennedy. I concluded that she is indeed a very wise woman. Cuz, you know, I hear someone else is thinking of selling “Having a BMI of under 20 is the best revenge” t-shirts and it’s just not taking off at all.
Please join me in a toast!
Raise your glass with me, and can I get a hearty AMEN! please? That’s right. I only regret that I don’t have longer arms, so that I could have an entire head. But you see, I make sacrifices for those I admire! Let’s pretend it’s a Halloween theme! I’ll go get my skeleton socks!
I realized, after looking at another of the pictures I took (I snapped a few, then sat down and played “which of these do I hate the least?”), that… I almost need another haircut. Why didn’t any of you warn me about this whole short hair thing? The part where I have to get my hair cut like, every MONTH? What a pain in the butt. Between the coloring and cutting… well… I’m just thinking I should be feeling a lot more beautiful. Or receiving a bonus gift periodically. SOMETHING. Hrm.
And… ummm… yes, admiring my new shirt pretty much took up my entire day. Oh, I also had some nachos. They were good.
I’m going to stop talking, now.