You know the one - it causes you deep stomach pain, nausea, and anxiety from nine o'clock at night until about one minute after school starts the next morning?
I was ditching him to go meet friends for lunch at Bread Co. (because, clearly, I care so much) and he managed to summon all his remaining strength to lift his head off the pillow and, in a weak voice, ask me to bring him back a giant cinnamon roll.
Ah, the wonders of modern medicine. A cinnamon roll cures the flu.
Whatever. He works hard all the time and never misses school. I'll cut him some slack.
But as punishment (along with sharing a bite or two of said giant cinnamon roll) he was tasked with playing photographer for me today. Because my hair looked really cute. And I never have any pictures of me. And what if I died today and they all had nothing to remember me by? And what would my friend Beckie blow up to poster size and paste on the ceiling to haunt the Husband and his new 20-year-old wife with?
Okay. Maybe not that last one.
But I am really sick of looking at the same picture over there on the sidebar from, like, four or five years ago.
Girlfriend has got herself some new wrinkles! They must be seen!
Anyway, your job (along with sending me your most heartfelt compliments on my new pictures) is to tell me which one you like the best for my new headshot. If I was on top of things, and not so busy
Which me is the best me I can be?