“If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.” ~Andy Rooney
The reason I am hesitant to show off pictures of me smiling is because I quite resemble a squirrel on crack. I have ridiculously puffy cheeks when I smile and my eyes hardly seem open. An ex-lovah* of mine used to amuse himself endlessly by pinching my cheeks. At the time it was endearing now the thought makes me contemplate punching him in the nose on those rare trips home.
Though I’m tempted to show you a picture that Jorge took on his visit (It’s a picture of me with a little bubble that says “I say the c-word like it’s my job”, much to Kris’ dismay), I figure I’ll save that for when I’m looking for true personal embarrassment and besides, who really wants to see a squirrel on crack anyway? (don’t answer that)
I say this now because today I’m in a genuinely smiley type of mood. I’ve just printed out my boarding pass for my flight in the morning to
*Before y’all get your hopes up about a possible long lost love, this was the 6th grade. Me and Jason Stewart who my father referred to as ‘metal mouth’. Kid would likely set off a metal detector I would say. He was one of those kids who desperately needed puberty to come and pronto.