When I see a picture of myself all I see are teeth, but I've done my best to uphold the most photogenic honor bestowed upon me, and smile for the camera with all my heart:
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| Senior Picture |
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| My best friend Jana, and me, at one of the most outrageous parties I've ever been to. |
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| My best friend Lesley, and me, at the Phantom of the Opera. |
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| Us at a wedding. |
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| My dear, kindred Spirit, Mackenzie, on Cinco De Mayo. |
(See what I mean about the teeth?)
I've never been a person who doesn't like her picture taken. If there is a camera being taken out of pocket or a purse, I am posed with smile on my face and a hand on my hip saying: "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. Deville!"....and this is why I'm baffled......
Remember how I had to re-new my passport because of my new last name? When you need a new passport you need a new picture. When you need a new picture you go to Walgreens. When you go to Walgreens there is a VERY crabby lady who doesn't count to three before the picture. When she doesn't count to three, you get a passport picture that looks like this:
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Oh you don't believe this is my real actual passport photo? I didn't either. Surely the Government wouldn't do this to me?
Well, I DID get my passport this morning (HUZZAH!) and it was confirmed:
So much for most photogenic......
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