She wanted to know what I was doing right now. Right this very minute. She wanted a candid photo. No touch-ups allowed.
Which means NO PHOTOSHOPPING.
You all know that’s a TALL order for me.
But here goes. I didn’t even move my urban sprawl from the chair to check the eye baggage.
It’s late. It’s been a long day. And I apologize in advance. Apparently, I don’t give a flying fart anymore.
Feel like playing? Once the spots fade from your eyeballs, head over to her place and post a link to YOUR realness. And don’t forget to let me know too!