Embarrassing self-portrait, Part 2. Not.

Yeah, um, no. Sorry, I can't show off that picture I drew of myself in 1987.  I just can't.  I gave it a good look and decided although it is not a bad job, it really doesn't look exactly like me.  The eyes are too close together, or the smile is too symmetrical.

What really clinched it is the way my daughter walked into the room, saw it propped up against the wall, made a face and, "What is goin' on with that picture???"

But the good news is, it's not as bad as I expected.  I didn't get a fright when I unwrapped it after its 17 year exile.

On top of that, I cut down three recycling boxes worth of cardboard that'd been hanging around the old summer kitchen for who-knows-how-long.  I feel pretty good about that!  Not only am I getting room to store a few things from my house, but my mom can reclaim the old kitchen as her plant potting workshop.

Don't worry about your lack of entertainment though, because I am sure I'll find more things to embarrass myself with.  Just give it time.  I do dumb things on a regular basis.

Here's an example, a picture taken with the handy-dandy iGadget last week.  This is the view from the bus stop at 7:30 am in December:

Look past the pretty view and the nasty wet snow, and notice the squiggly tire tracks.  That's how I backed Grandma's car into the bus stop driveway.  (Also Tribble got mad cuz the headlights were on and ruined the picture.)  So yeah, I've been driving for... let me count... twenty-two years?  And I still can't back a car straight.  I am going to say it's because this car is one of those newfangled front wheel drive jobbies.  Dang it.

So now I think I've mildly embarrassed myself and my girl-child.

Now I must get back to my regularly scheduled workload.  I might even start Christmas shopping sometime in the next 4 days.  Maybe.  If I can come up with my twenty bucks for the year.