I’m still in the midst of hell week at work, and it’s gotten even more bizarre. I want to play SPF, but no time to dig up everything. This was handy, so here’s my SPF installment, I might complete it later today, or maybe not. Feel free to make all the fun you want, offer captions, etc. 😉
This is not really representative, because a nonsmiling pic of me is rather rare. I think the photog must have said, “Now let’s try a thoughtful look…” But this was stuck in a book, and it is from 1980 (college yearbook proof), and all other 80s pix are boxed up, etc. I look exactly like this now. Except subtract some hair. Add some fat. Add some wrinkles. You know how skin loses elasticity and starts to droop? Yea, add that, too. You know how after age 35, your ears and nose continue to grow, and your lips shrink? Yea, factor that in, too. There, that’s me, almost exactly the same. Well, here’s something that’s the same: I still frequently turn my head to the right, stare off into space and look pissed.
Ooh, look at that add-a-bead necklace. That was ’80s jewelry. Where the hell is that thing? I could melt those babies down and make something useful . . . a minivan . . .