I Looked Like a Bag Lady...maybe Hubba Hubba

I went yesterday to have a passport photo made so we could send for our Brazilian Visas. First, the girl gave me no warning that she was about to snap the photo. I backed up to the white panel behind me and she snapped. Gave me no warning; no "say cheese"; no "smile" or anything; just SNAP! I was hesitant to even send it in to the consulate fearing that they would compare my passport photo taken in 1999 with the photo taken yesterday and say, "No way this is the same person! We're not issuing this homeless bag lady a visa." When I have my picture taken, I try to raise my eyebrows so it'll lift some of the saggy baggy skin hanging around my eyes; I try to smile with my mouth open to show my teeth so my cockeyed smile won't show. Secondly, it was after 4 p.m. and I'd just gotten off work. My hair had significantly flattened so that I looked like a man with a bad comb-over. Maybe that is the way I'd looked all day but nobody told me that I looked like Donald Trump with gray hair.

Just so you know, I'm putting the one photo in the mail today and then I'm setting fire to the other. Nope, you'll never lay eyes on the "Donald of TR". If I thought I looked that way every day, all day long, I'd stay home curled up in a fetal position in my bed. Can you tell how bad it was? I hope the people at the consulate get a good laugh out of this one.