Me

With about 7″of gray roots, my eyebrows messed up (as per usual,) no makeup, eyes a little red and puffy because I had just finished watching the funeral of Gordon B. Hinckley, and having taken the photo by holding the camera out at arms length pointed towards myself.

It’s a good thing this is just an imaginary blog. (And, hey, by setting the bar so low,* if I ever manage to get a more glamorous picture taken, I can surprise you all.)

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*I could set the bar even lower by posting a full-body swimsuit shot, but I won’t go that low.

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4 Comments on “Me”

  1. Jenn Says:

    *pffft* You silly goose. You’re beautiful! I wish I looked 1/2 that pretty after crying!

  2. zstitches Says:

    You’re kind! And you’re gorgeous, (tho’ I haven’t seen you when you’ve been crying.) Maybe the right kind of crying adds a good kind of glow . . . (I don’t think I’ll test the theory by making myself cry in different ways and for different reasons to compare my appearance afterwards.)

  3. laurab.woodruff Says:

    Hey girl, you look pretty, it is great to see a picture of you. We are always trying to document the kids and never get much documentation of ourselves!!!

  4. Flight of the Conchords Says:

    I’m not crying.

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