Sydney took one in which I parodied Shelley's pose but my legs looked so skinny and I looked like I'd been smoking something.

But I am fun. I am. I hate having my photo taken. I am always struck by those teeth, such big teeth, and if you look closely at the headless photos, those laugh lines are ever so prominent because I was laughing my little heart out. My kids scrunched their noses and looked at me like was bonkers and I told I would go as far as I had to if I thought I could elicit, even a smile. They went along with me though. It is so wonderful to delight oneself so.

Those are their cats, by the way. Gabby actually flipped me off, that hussy. And Oreo won't come out from under my bed.
As for photos, makeupless with my head obscured is one thing; makeupless with a cat on my head??? My aura of mystery is gone. Don't tell me you weren't expecting a more glamorous photo? Don't I strike you as glamorous, Marla? SAHM of three in the bustling metropolis of Tucson Arizona where it reached 109 today? Shelley was expecting a cowboy hat and a cactus, a Sahuaro, with me astride. But I have no leather chaps so I put the cat on my head. I confess, I am dreadfully self-conscious about photos and hate them but I am getting over that as soon as I post one that makes you say ooh, la, la, Bobbi is gorgeous!
Bobbi
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Tell me, what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? -Mary Oliver