Portrait of the blogger as a not-so-jolly-old soul
My sister sent me this photo from The Night of the Living Polish Rejects. I look unenthused because I was in the process of liquefying under the asbestos beard and wig. Although I wish I was wearing that today so I could brave the 2 degree temperatures, carcinogens or no carcinogens.
Next year, I also need to make sure the Venetian blinds match the drapes, if you know what I'm saying.