If you’ve been to this blog before you’ve probably seen one or two photos of me floating around somewhere. THEY’RE ME. I swear. That’s something I’ve actually had to say to my family.
I think they look exactly like me. I’m mean, it’s frickin’ ME. I turned the cell phone around and snapped the photos myself – that’s how I know it’s not an imposter. That’s also why it shocked me when my husband AND CHILDREN repeatedly swore the photos didn’t look like me.
uh…how am I supposed to take that?
After hearing my husband say it again, I had to ask him: in what way do they not look like me? Like, they are pretty photos and I’m a barker in real life? Or, they are awful and I’m prettier than that? Or, they are weird and not a representation of me at all? WTF?
He said, “You look sexy. You have on lipstick and stuff.”
ME: “Oh” *puzzle pieces click* “You mean I usually don’t look that made up?”
HIM: “Not really. If you have a bra on in that photo…that would pretty much be our wedding day.”
Well shit. I realize I’m a low-maintenance, crunchy granola type gal, but it’s more than a little disconcerting to know I could disappear into the witness protection program with a little mascara. I mean, I put no effort into those photos.
No really. I took my hair out of a ponytail and put on tinted chapstick. And my children think it looks like someone else. Some other lady.
ahem. Perhaps I should put more effort into my everyday appearance.
*braids hair* *climbs into tree house* Nah.