The only reason I'm doing this is because Jenny asked me to. And she made me laugh so hard when I read her recent post I figure showing off a bad haircut is the least I can do. Now, I have to clarify. The haircut itself is lovely. If you have it, I bet you work it well! But I'm a child of the 80's and if I don't see enough hair wrapping around my big giant round brush I kind of freak out. So here it is.
Do you see me warily peering out at you. I'm thinking, "No, I don't store nuts in my cheeks for the winter. And yes, I pluck my own brows, do you have something to say about that?"
This odd expression reflects my attempt to suck in my neck fat. You can tell I hate taking my picture because my nostrils are flared. The things I do for you Jenny!
I owe you all a Corner of my House picture so this is where the magic happens, the view from my 'puter. And don't get all jealous and shit about my Radio Shack 'puter and printer. I'm still the same old Lotta you know and love despite owning the superfine '89 Tandy upgrade.
The family went out for pizza and when son pulled his hat off in the restaurant he had a fauxhawk going on. I told him to pose like a rock star and these are the pics we got. I'm pretty sure I must have been given some Rohypnol by a wandering metal slash band prior to his conception.
Daughter got hold of a picture based dessert menu and would NOT relinquish it for the entire meal. And yes, that's a plate full of bread and ketchup. Bon Appetite!