No, I'm not still talking about my bedroom. This time I'm talking about me.
I still haven't figured out how to add text to a photo.
Arrow, yes. Text, no.
Here's the breakdown:
A. Closet door. Closed intentionally.
B. Small blood stain. Acquired at church this morning when my nose started to bleed in the middle of the sermon. Looked a fool as I ran out of the service with my hand clasped over my nose.
C. Another blood stain. Did I mention that the preschoolers were taking a potty break when I ran in with my nose pouring blood? I had to answer many questions.
D. Odd smirk on my face. It's weird to take your own picture in the bathroom mirror.
E. My new earrings. The reason I was taking this picture. My mom wanted to see them.
F. Caterpillers above my eyes. They haven't been keeping in touch with my tweezers very well lately.
G. Hair. Overdue for a haircut. Also, seeing some gray hairs. How long can I ignore that?
And no, the irony is not lost on me that I drew a big "D" on my breast. Couldn't be farther from the truth.