They see your eeevery moooove.
This is what happens when a photographer says “OK, I’m going to count to three and on three you’re going to open your eyes wider.” Sounds sexy, right?
Plus my mouth is crooked. Did I have a stroke at BlogHer or was it just too much coffee? I guess excessive caffeine (or electrocution) would explain the hair.
Yikes. Oh, and in return for letting you see this terrifying picture of me, that admittedly isn’t the worst photo of myself I’ve ever shown you, I’ll leave you with this lovely little ear worm.