glamourous, eh? That is what I look like when people make me do dishes after I have already gotten ready for bed and then they think it's cute to take a damn photo of me in glasses, messy hair, and falling-apart shirt. I think I was 17? 18? on 'vacation' with my biofamily in the mountains. I don't know why they suffer from the delusion that staying in a cabin in the middle of nowhere is a 'vacation' -- a real vacation is where you DON'T have to clean up after yourself! and where you get to swim, not hike trails. *puke* and then I had to go and marry someone who would just ADORE that -- I'm doomed. Hopefully the kids will take after me and demand to have access to a pool/ocean/preferablyboth.
Go on, top that. I dare ya.