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Self-Portrait Friday

You know I come with the stupidest ideas. Why did I think it would be a good idea to show what we look like first thing in the morning? Well, maybe because I don't give a rat's ass (insert sheepish, trying to portray self-confidence type of laugh here).
Clint was my assistant this morning. This first picture (try to not look directly into the photo...You may be blinded) was actually taking just as I was waking.
first thing
Now I have been up for about 30 to 45 minutes and still no improvement. I have to get my coffee down and clean the kitchen before I am fully awake.
help me wake up
morning coffee
I hate being up early
I have a few issues. Maybe some OCD!!! I get right out of bed and make all the bed sin the house and then take my coffee straight to the computer. Can you all say "ADDICTED"? (Did I spell that right?)

So, Who is playing? Who "said" they were going to play? You know you want to see. If they are not playing yet, check back. They better (insert vicious, I will kill you laugh here)!!!!
Cowboy
The Teenage Mind
What a Small World
Meritt (Who ,of course, looks beautiful!!!Hate Her!)
Jennifer (Did not get to play for very understandable reasons, but go see her anyways and send her my love.)
Barb
JackArmy
Greg (Did not post a picture of himself, but one of me after the twins were born)
Warcrygirl
Amy (Talk about scary...bwahahahahaha)
Sheri (check out the pretty eyes!!!)
Kris (She and the baby are both adorable)
If you are playing and are not listed, e-mail me or just leave a comment and I will add you on. Like Meritt said, it is like a big ass slumber party(not her exact words).



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