Thursday: We're about to ask friends and family to join Toadsquare. Oh my, I'm out of time. I have to put up my Showcase. I need a photo; I must have one photo of me, by myself, without kids taken in the last five years. A photo, any photo … no my passport photo isn’t going to work.
Friday: I need a haircut! I haven’t had a cut in three months and the blond has turned brown and shaggy. I don’t want to look like a 70s shag-pile carpet.
Saturday: How long can it take to fix my hair? Get me out of this chair. I have deadlines to meet.
Monday: Photo day.
Wash newly cut white-blond hair and look in makeup drawer. Not much there. I used to have a lip-liner, I used to have eye shadow, I must have put on eye-liner since the 4-year old arrived...
Grab husband and tell him to take a photo.
He does it for a living, people pay him for this, he must be able to make me look good.
What? It has to be taken outside because of the light…. It’s minus 2 degrees. What do you mean smile? I can’t feel my ears.
Inside again, after resuscitating hot coffee, choose photo. Login to Toadsquare and now… I’ve never published anything in my life.
PRESS the BUTTON Jane