Ten years ago I was alarmed at my decline.
“What about the next passport photo?” I asked. Well. Evidently I get my bitch face on.
In ten years remind me to open my eyes and control my left eyebrow, no matter how long it takes the young woman to snap the photo.
2 responses to “Passport”
Nobody better mess with you!
Hattie – I know. I don’t look like my funny cussing grandmother, I look like my scary cranky granmother.