Darling was begging, pleading,whining, groveling, sniffing and crying.
“Please don’t make me! It’s scary! Why are you being so mean? What have I ever done to you?”
“Stretchmarks. Wanna see ’em?”
That was enough to quiet the sniveling to a mere whimper as Darling tried to regain control of herself.
What was the cause of this teenage outburst? Well…
It all started when I read the application rules for the Western States Mustang Challenge. I had to submit a photo. A photo of myself, and it couldn’t be the usual thing which I normally do. You know, accentuating the positive while leaving the negative completely out of the picture. No, this had to be the entire face, and even my neck and…gasp…shoulders. Not that I have a problem with my shoulders, but do you know how far out my arm has to reach in order to fit everything in? And then to help it along, I leaned back, which gave me a huge double chin!
And this is what I was showing Darling.
“Mom, please, I just ate!”
“Okay, I understand that, but I need to get these photos in, so help me!”
Darling’s stomach was turning as she looked through my photos.
No, looks like you’re on drugs with that droopy eye.
Sheesh, Mom, care to hold the camera still?
What? No. Definitely no. What were you doing? Where’s your neck?
Oh, please just put me out of my misery now! Can’t we stop?
Obviously, Darling was not impressed with this round of photos. Which meant round two. From this, I’ve got it now narrowed down to three photos, and now I need your help choosing which one to use. Yes, that’s right, you get to gag, heave, and pretend one is worthier than the other two. But you can’t do it here. You’ll need to trot straight on over to the Mustang Diaries to view what may just cause you to lose your most recent meal (although, you may have lost it already here with round one!)