Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Wear Sweatpants And Go Without Make-Up *BAM*!!!… You’re Memed

Tonight Mark and I were watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall (full frontal would have been so much hotter had it been Brad Pitt rather than Jason Segel… just sayin’) and I noticed I was tagged by Seriously Mama and Daddy Joe for a meme. Life has been a bit dull lately and a meme was just the thing I needed to jump start an otherwise slow blog fodder day, so I was thrilled to see I maybe I had something to post today after all.

I went on to read the rules and was dumbfounded… what did I do to piss them off?

1) Take a picture of yourself right NOW!
2) DON’T change your clothes, DON’T fix your hair… Just take a picture.
3) Post that picture with NO editing.
4) Post these instruction with your picture.
5)Tag 10 people to do this..

Luckily today was a good day… any other day I would have been mortified, but today my hair- thanks to John Frieda Brilliant Brunette- was especially shiny and lustrous and I had just gone to the dry cleaners this afternoon to pick up my matching feather trimmed thong and bra set. We also have a runway for such occasions (you never know when Victoria’s Secret is going to call needing a last minute photo shoot… jeez, it’s like my time isn’t my own anymore) so I gave Mark the camera and proceeded to do my little turn on the catwalk.

Okay, not really, but it was worth a shot, although Mark did in fact take the picture… the following picture was taken moments after he said, “C’mon, honey, gimme a little flash of booby!”

Normally I would LOVE to pass along this meme (misery loves company and it would be nice knowing I wasn’t the only one who was forced to post a picture of themselves looking like total shit) but today I’m filled with the Christmas spirit (we celebrated Christmas with the boys yesterday because we’re going to be spending the holidays in Michigan… stay tuned. I haven’t had time to write a post detailing our morning with the boys because, well, I’ve been busy. Playing Donkey Kong Country and removing dog hair from the propellers of an Air Hog helicopter takes time, people)… happy freakin’ holidays.