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Ten years ago I was alarmed at my decline.
"What about the next passport photo?" I asked. Well. Evidently I get my bitch face on.
In ten years remind me to open my eyes and control my left eyebrow, no matter how long it takes the young woman to snap the photo.
Posted at 11:32 AM in In Which We Mock Ourselves | Permalink
Nobody better mess with you!
February 15, 2016 at 11:02 PM
Hattie - I know. I don't look like my funny cussing grandmother, I look like my scary cranky granmother.
February 21, 2016 at 11:18 AM
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