11-Apr-2007

And now, without further ado, the photo montage the Honeybee and I made Sunday evening while waiting for potatoes to boil.  Hint:  BOR-ing... but what else were we gonna do?  We were hungry, and you know what they say about watched pots.  That's right.  They don't like to be watched. 

This is what I look like every morning when I wake up.  Cranky.

The world has beaten me down.  I can't even brush my teeth with verve. 

At least I am pleased as punch with my weight.  

 

And my outfit!

 

Until I realize it doesn't match!  Whatever will I wear to work?

Oh, well.  I'll worry about my outfit later... after I steal some cheese.  Damn!  Foiled by a knife. 

Guess I'll just have to be sneakier. 

Max doesn't want me to go.  In case you can't tell, he's climbing up my leg.

In the fluster of the morning, I have forgotten to put on actual clothes!!  Or shoes!!!

But apparently I have a morning talk show to host.  Which is why I have that gigantic fake smile on my face.  It will fade when I realize I'm not wearing makeup either.

By this time, the potatoes were boiling over, and the Honeybee wondered aloud how I could be so unabashedly self-involved as to force her to photograph me in a series of fake morning poses.  I still don't have an answer for her.