This past weekend in Vermont our hosts Brian & Katie took many fun pictures of us cooking, playing, skiing, and being silly... then they posted them on the web, then I looked at them and was horrified. I didn't shower most of the weekend (not unusual for me), nor did I take the time to apply make-up or comb my hair - but I looked especially tore-up even under these conditions. Why, would you ask, did you look like a street urchin the weekend long amongst new friends and strangers? Well,... I have no excuse expect the pure exhaustion of my weekday job. By the time weekend comes I'm a bit - how-do-you-say - trashed. Here's the evidence:
Maybe the worst picture ever taken of me ever. I'm deliciously-ugly while preparing Tortilla Espanola for our Tapas extravaganza. (Brian also pictured - he doesn't look nearly as worn out as me and had been skiing all day while I was lounging...hmm...)
Even after a good meal and 3 cups of Sangria I still look like hell.
I decided to shower only minutes before we took this group picture - I'm looking a little better, but B still seems to be disgusted by me. (btw work-friend-Katie is on Brian's shoulders in pink)
showering plus less stressful job equals prettier erin.
haggardly yours,
e
