I HATE PHOTOSHOP. At least I hate the way it was used in our photo. It really irks me that the photographer took it upon himself to erase "blemishes" that I consider interesting and a signature trademark. I wish our society wasn't so, for lack of a better word, vain. Our photographer is a very nice man and he did our portrait (and many, many others for anyone who asked) for free, so I shouldn't gripe. Yet, there it is -- my freaky photo-shopped face.
I am a very opinionated, soap-boxing woman. I now pledge to myself and you that I will resist the temptation to fill your head with rantings and ravings (please exclude the opening to this post) so that we can talk about the things that matter most in life. Oh, and have fun too. :)
Imperfect me welcomes perfectly imperfect you.
