Morning Breath Blogging (that truthiness portrait thing)

Umm, I saw it here first. She'll do anything, and I like that in a person.

Then I looked here, here, and here, and they did it too.

Apparently, she started it.

Problem is, I was raised by amish religious zealots wolves a mother who convinced me that make-up is evil I was beautiful au naturel (good god I don't mean nekkid!), so this 'truthiness' of being is really how I look pretty much all day. No war paint.
I brush my hair and my teeth, and my eyebrows are in serious need of waxing, but other than a teensy little bit of concealer, this is me first thing in the morning, this is me at lunch time, this is me when I go to meet the kid's teacher, this is me when I put on my happy face and teach happy music, and this is me after dinner when the kids have gone to bed (add glass of red wine to hand).

What I am trying to say here, is sadly, that there is no improved me.

Of course, since this was Saturday morning and there was no rushingofftoschool involved, I indulged my lovely morning mug with a little photo sesh.

First thing in the morning - like a kitten, my eyes have not yet opened:

Here I am slightly more awake:

Here I am eyeing my camera suspiciously:

Now, utterly disgusted with the lame camera that insists on catching my every mole and wrinkle:

No hard feelings, here I flash you the shaka sign.

NOW it's time for the concealer!