strike a pose, there's nothing to it

My immensely talented new sis-in-law invited me to be a part of a photo shoot this past Monday.  I was like a grizzly released into the wild, a high school senior on the last day of school, an Apple devotee at a new product release or a near-middle-aged gal with not near enough time outside the house.  Suffice it to say I had a magical time and literally had to be pryed away from the glitz and glam of the massive backlights and hypnotic camera lenses.

I'm not going to lie, or play it down (because frankly I think you need the honest truth(wow I never thought about how redundant that phrase is, but whatever)): I was obnoxious.  Think Zoolander meets Anchorman with a dash of Cher--ha ha ha.  I actually needed to be asked to cease my signature "el tigre" look, complete with "air-clawing" and squinty eyes. Anywho, since then I can't bring myself to quit posing in front of bathroom mirrors or working on my "serious face." And this morning I woke up with an unexplainable urge to get wild with an 80-color eye palette and my flat iron.  Oh somebody stop me please!! Why am I going into all this? Because I hope however your day is going when you read this, you'll all of a sudden experience an uncontrollable urge to strike some poses in the nearest reflective surface...seriously, show that stainless steel fridge who's boss...give the back of that shiny cell phone a quick "serious face"...work it people, work it.  And whatever the reflection looks like, love it!

Just to demontrate a look that should have never seen the light of day, let alone captured on film (i.e. an iphone). Side note: This was NOT from the photo shoot on Monday (ha ha ha--how funny would it have been if it had??!!).

Posting this pic is a sign of either a) deep personal problems b) a random lapse of judgement c) a healthy ability to take myself lightly or d) that I can't be trusted with goggles