So I pull out THE box. The one that holds all pics I don't know what to do with and grows daily. It is a scrapbooker's nightmare. Good thing I don't scrapbook. Soon my office looked something like this.
This mess is Kristina's fault.
I had twenty years of pictures all over my floor. And believe it or not, those are organized piles. I started putting them in categories so next time I went hunting it would be easier. Yea right. So instead of finding my Glamour Shots (I think the paparazzi stole them so when I become famous they have something to blackmail me with), I found 20 years of memories. All my kids school pics, family group pictures, prom pictures and wedding pictures. I love looking at a skinnier me full of hopes and dreams, while I was still young and dumb.
So I did not find THE Glamour Shot that makes me look like I was auditioning for Dynasty or ready to serve cocktails at a fine establishment downtown. But I did find this one that I HATE almost as equally.
This was taken with my girls about 6 years ago. My hair looks like a helmet and I can't do the pouty look. It is more evil than pout. The girls were practicing their glares for the teenage years.
You see the cuteness factor goes way up when I am not in the photo. But they will probably cringe at this one day as well. I sure hope so anyway.
You want to see some more? Head over to Kristina's for your Glamour Shot voyeaur dreams fulfilled.