Go ahead, you can call me names. It doesn’t hurt.
Queen of the Tards. Rubber Mug. Kooky-ass hobag.
I was looking through all my picture files on Picasa the other day. I’m noticing a trend.
I can take some super funky pictures. I mean, I can really pull a face. Sort of like I’m related to Jim Carrey, except without the voices and I’m not raking in the millions. Jim, call me! I’m always willing to pimp myself out for some kind of supporting role. Apparently I have no filter, nor do I have any shame.
My poor friends. When I get drunk, I shout at them, “MAKE AN UGLY FACE!!!” They hate it. Who in the world wants to look ugly in a picture? I can only think of two people: Mickey Rourke and Steve-O from Jackass.
I am willing to put all the embarrassment right out there. If I post it for the world to see, I AM IN CONTROL OF THE GAME. I WILL DIG MY OWN GRAVE. Gimme a shovel!
Let’s just take a stroll through the years, through the best of the best. Some of my personal favorites…
This takes us way back…back to about 6 months after my first baby, the borrowing of sweatpants because that’s what I was used to living in, and waaaayyyy too much wine:
Here is a peach:
My husband always loves pictures. He never knows what to expect.
And my friends love to head out to bars with me –
My son likes to capture the loveliness…
…and I’m never afraid to show emotion.
If you fall asleep on my couch, you may get in on the fun:
Of course, I saved the best for last. Sometimes you just have to make a REALLY UGLY FACE.
I will conveniently blame these issues on this man below. I am, in fact, the fruit of his loins. His flesh and blood. He is so proud.
And we are proud to pass on our skills to the next generation. BOO YAH!!