Take Two.

Just about a year and a half ago, I talked about taking self-portraits. I hope many of you took me up on that challenge.

And I realized that I hadn't really shown my face around this here blog in quite some time. And I thought I could make you all laugh. You deserve it.

So, I got myself all dolled up and fluffed my hair just so.... pulled out the camera and started snapping away.
Here's me.

 My hair. It's gone crazy.

 After each of my children, my hair has gotten weirder and weirder.

 Curlier and curlier.

 More and more coarse.

 So, I've given up and embraced the weird, curly and coarse. (And my dead tooth, courtesy of a root canal I had done over 10 years ago... lovely. If you want to send me the money to have veneers put on my front six teeth, shoot me an email. ahahahah).

 My husband loves the curly girl.

 And mostly, I think she's okay.

 Even if she is a bit crazy.

 At least I can take pictures that show off my best feature: my neck.

 What?? Your neck?

 Well, that's what someone told me once.

That someone married me.