Oh. My. God.
I was just sitting here, minding my own business, catching up with blogs on my laptop in my dark dining room, when all of a sudden a new window opened on my screen that I did not recognize. I stared at it, scowling (apparently) as I tried to figure out what the hell I was looking at, when suddenly it occurred to me that instead of clicking on an arrow at the side of my window to scroll down, I’d clicked on the “Photo Booth” icon and was looking at an absolutely horrendous screen shot of myself, ready to be photographed: unwashed hair dragged into a deranged-looking pony tail, tired face without make-up pulled into a nasty scowl. (It is suddenly clear where those frown lines are coming from.)
I was so mesmerized by the fact that this horror show of a woman could be me, that I had to press the shutter and capture it. It is a testament to how much I love you all that I would share this photo: the worst of me. It’s so bad that I actually find humor in it. I laughed out loud.
I took a lot of photos I am proud of today – this is NOT one of them: