That photo was, of course, taken by S. We were in California on a vacation, and I can't remember where--we spent time all over the place, from LA to San Francisco. Anyway, the first time he posted that picture on the internet, he got tons of complements: "Wow, that picture really embodies fear." "Man, you really capture her fear." "Man, that's a great illustration of being afraid."
Maybe I do look scared in the picture, horrified even. But not for any normal reason, no, I was scared that the camera was coming close enough to see the whites of the eyes of the alien on my lip. See, S and I were on vacation, and when I go on vacation, I grow aliens on my face. I'm telling you, this pimple was ginormous. I think it was three or four pimples all contained in the same square millimeter of my lower lip. At various points in the vacation, the pimple was red, white, and I swear green for the alien it was. It was ugly. And of course, I got the alien just in time for all the photos S was going to be taking of me. Vacation always means more photos.
And guess what? We leave for our vacation in three weeks, and my face is starting to get nervous. It's red and blotchy today, a new development that must have sprouted overnight. I imagine that on March 18, right before we leave for my much anticipated Disney vacation. And since S thinks there will be nothing of interest to photograph at Disney, I'm sure that means more camera time for me. Which means there's an alien in my future. Where do you think it will sprout? My nose? Chin? Forehead? I think one on the right cheek and one on my chin. It's the great alienwatch of 2005.
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