I was feeling pretty good about myself. That is, until most of my hair got pulled out and I saw THESE.
This was the game I made up for Dawn's bachelorette party: How many balls can you fit into your mouth? Believe it or not, I only had nine at this point. And I apparently have narcolepsy.
Now, prepare yourselves. This is, by far, the worst picture ever taken of me. I look like "Mask". I debated even putting this up, but why stop now, right? UGH. Shudder.
I hope to all that is good and holy that that heinous stomach roll is just shirt, but I fear it's the Phantom of the Opera trying to burst through into the light.
DARE anyone argue that I am the queen of unphotogenic?
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