I love Wednesday, because instead of complaining, I can just post my spent all morning dealing with government agencies face. 

I brush my hair, like, once a week? Guess that’s why he calls me ‘baby lion’. 

This is why he calls me ‘baby geek’: Because when he tells me he’s watching F1, my first thought is, 

“Why would you watch a print screen?”

Why indeed. 

This has been a face post.

This is me like not even close to ten minutes after waking up. 

That straw is my diet Coke. 

AND, I am going white at the temples. Not grey. WHITE.

I’m rolling with that too. 

There aren’t really words for how I love Ron’s photos. 

Bean and I are in sync, never mind the ‘is it a moustache or is it a barbell? controversy. 

I was supposed to be a faerie but ended up a firebird.

Face paint is big in our house. Always has been, 

..there exist pictures not unlike this of me and my mom, standing together in front of her big round vanity mirror. She actually let me hold the tube of lipstick all by myself, which is the holy grail when you’re three.

Today I’m over lipstick; somehow always forget to paint my lips, even - especially? - on Halloween. 

This one? This one I fucking hate. My crinkled up forehead, my crooked half smile; my eyelid at half-mast. A face absolutely lacking in symmetry. Even the shadows around my eyes have the reeky smear of circus paint. 

But he loves it. As does my mother. 

Forehead status: healed.

DON’T I LOOK HAPPY TO YOU?

The chemical burn is healing quite nicely, thanks!

[Don’t try this at home kids.}

An old favorite. 

In which my face says, “it’s kind of early and i could use a few more hours sleep, so maybe if i raise my eyebrows i’ll magically become alert and present and OH NEVER MIND, here goes today”.

Once upon a time, I worked in a boatyard.

[Edit: Never name a dog after a hurricane.]

Oh, just looking through old photos and happily musing about that time trinilikesalt came to visit and brought his camera. 

Hey, so remember how last week I put wart remover on my face? 

Don’t do that. 

Related: The chemical burn over my left eyebrow is just about healed. 

Last post of the day.

Happy Friday! 

Hey, internet!

This is embarrassing. I wrote you a love letter. But then I got to my favorite wi-fi spot and realized I left it in my other notebook. 

Also: Bean is still cute.