The British Are Leaving
Ugh. Now I remember why I hate getting my pictor taken. Bleah, argh. Just goes to show a person how difficult it can be to adjust to a new body/image.
"Hell w' dis!" (she said, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head defiantly). I'm gonna get my hair done tomorrow. I may not be able to do any immediate action for my three chins, besides get off my ass (which means I need to get off the computer and move said ass), but I can get my hair follicles disguised. Yeah!
My fun mystery guest has left... I was very happy to have his company. His sage advice was to take a week off or so, and to go to some random place I've never been to, before. No wonder I like him.
Wow, the Canon really overshot, here... What do you mean, it's an Operator Error? heh
Far more photogenic! :-) And that's all, for now.
Thank you for the visit, Geoff! My Bucket List is really & truly one less, now.
Note to self: do NOT trust blueberry pancakes made by cast iron skillet. Done on outside, and yargh! on the inside.
Mum will be here soon... it will be good.