Despite my busy-ness, despite my picayune woes, and mainly because I am both stubborn and perverse, I am going ahead with my monster plan for the next three weeks.
Yes, from the obsessive neurons that brought you Cheering the Hell Upâ„¢ and Cleaning My Damned Apartmentâ„¢ comes the next 21-Day Saluteâ„¢, Scanning My #$@! Photosâ„¢. You have The BF’s anal-retentive brother to thank for this; on my recent visit to The BF Family Farm, I was both agitated and inspired by the masterful job The BF’s Brother (a.k.a., TBFB) did on the family photos.
I suppose I should have dug deep, deep down into the detritus of my ancestors’ photo boxes to find some more appropriate salutory photo. But frankly, I suspect that if one exists, it is at the very bottom of a scarily large pile.
So instead, I have chosen the above gem, taken on the set of one of the many Gatorade commercials I authored, me, whose lack of coordination was rivalled only by her lack of fashion sense.
Lest you miss the finer, more spectacular points of this photo, I must needs point out the following:
1. That actor-boy is holding up my out-of-shape, copywriter ass WITH ONE HAND!!!
2. My (white) cross-trainers have Velco straps!!!
3. I am wearing an actual Tilley Hat!!!
Betcha can’t wait ’til tomorrow…