of how incredibly photogenic I am. In case you had forgotten. And no, there is not a fierce jungle animal coming toward me. That is just my normal hoola face.
And, from my 35th surprise birthday party in April, right after I almost piddled on the floor (in fact, in the background, it looks like there are already turds on the carpet. But those are not mine, I promise you.)
Good thing that looking good for the camera is not important to me, and never has been. I'm far too mature for that. Exuberance and exaggeration, on the other hand, seem to be my forte.
Many thanks to A., who supplied these via the wonders of Facebook.