... to this.
The first one is forgivable because there's a cute baby in it.
The other one, I was informed by Grover, makes me look like a dork (he says he said goof ... apples to apples, good sir).
I thought I looked kind of, I don't know, okay for once. I have makeup on, my eyes aren't too wonky, my hair is done, my shirt doesn't have puke on it. I only look a tiny bit psychotic. That's pretty darn good.
But he's right. If you know me in real life, you probably know I'm a lot nicer than this picture makes me out to be (well, sort of). And that my hair is usually greasier. And that there is almost always baby puke on my person somewhere. And also that I'm a super ginormous dork/goof (doof?) anyway.
Even if this particular picture isn't that bad, the hard truth is the same.
I suck at selfies.
And I don't think that's a bad thing.
I have wayyyyy better things to do than make duck faces at my iPhone.
Like read books. And play with my munchkins. And dust the ceiling fan (JK. I never do that). And look out the window at the gloriously blue sky. And search the minivan for lost M&Ms to stave off unbearable chocolate cravings (I do do that). And ... and ... seek world peace.
I mean, I certainly don't want my headstone to read:
|Who else remembers Oregon Trail and the epitaph generator?|
Actually, it could have even broader applications:
Everyone wins. *throws confetti*