a few days ago at work we had picture day, a.k.a new headshots for all, which meant that i had to actually put in my contacts, blow-dry my hair and put on makeup.
no big whoop.
fast forward to yesterday when i'm glancing over nugget's shoulder watching him retouch my new headshot.
"looking good!", i say in approval of the up close and personal photograph of my face.
but with a smirk nugget zooms in on my eyes and removes a filter that he had added to the photograph to soften my wrinkles showing "the real" photograph.
i shriek in the horror of it all, startling the entire 4th floor of my office, telling nugget to "put the filter back on!".
oh well, i may be 30 in real life but my new headshot looks like i'm only 28.