a couple nights ago i was out with chris, celebrating my birthday & feeling pretty cute for a change. i may have just turned 36, but with proper makeup application & kind lighting, my face isn't so bad. you may have noticed my new picture there on the right & it's one i took of myself while we were in the car on the way out to eat. i had to get it before my makeup started to melt off or my hair had a chance to go flat or i was in the vicinity of food which would, no doubt, be spilled on my ample bosom. i've concluded that if you don't take your own picture on those days when you feel kinda pretty, then all the pictures you'll have of yourself will be stupid ones from too far away or too close up or from a down-low kid view that gets way too many of the neck rolls.
but maybe i should confess that i've just learned how to use the "re-touch" tool on picasa (free photo editing program) and i kinda did a touch up on my face in a few spots. ever since i learned how to use it, i've been removing zits, weird tooth color, neck fat, chest wrinkles, shiny face spots, my neck mole. the list of ways that i can improve myself in pictures is endless & i have great fun seeing the years, fat & ugly melt away with a few clicks in the right places.
i'm having an internal debate with myself as to whether i should post the before & the after to let you see the magic that is photo editing and re-touching. hmmm....
oh heck, now that i've admitted to doing it, of course i have to show both pictures.
saturday, chris & i left brooke with my parents overnight so that we could have whatever kind of date night we wanted & we went a bunch of different places, eating, drinking, movie watching, shopping. we had a good time & i decided after we were mostly done going & doing that i wanted to see if i could find a little pouch sort of thing to go in the new purse my sister just gave me. the only thing still open was walmart and there was one close by (aren't they always nearby? they're everywhere now.) so away we sauntered to wallie world.
i found the perfect little bag that would fit just the few little things i needed to contain, like tums, tylenol and toothpaste. i got it to the register & the young cashier girl rang it up & said, "ooo, this came up as a 'date bag', for when you go on your dates." i glanced quickly at chris and then said to her, "don't tell my husband, but i need it for when i'm going out. it's the perfect size for my lip gloss, rubbers and some fresh panties."
that girl's mouth dropped open and she stared at me like great scandal had just been committed. it was awesome.