"So I hacked into my Mom’s facebook (I know…) to see what she could see on mine (apparently everything!). BUT! Since I was logging in from the UAE – it made me answer the security questions and identify a few of her friends. And, well, you’re one of her friends. So… this page came up!"
To clarify, that's:
1.) Me. Wearing an airbrushed trucker hat boasting the phrase "Moustache Ride".
2.) Me. At a party. In the corner. Taking a MySpace photo of myself. Giving the shocker.
3.) Me. High, riding around on a tiny novelty tricycle and looking incredibly pleased with myself and my life choices.
...I think perhaps at this point the less I say, the more.
I'll be taking a long, hard look at myself in the mirror if you need me.*
(*Actually I'll be downing a DayQuil/Mucinex cocktail and taking care of post-surgery Diane. Poor mom! My poor little lamb! Am I the best daughter in the family? Some say yes. And some say I'm just the least employed. Specifically Chris. What an asshole.)