When Sophia came home and saw my last post, the first thing she said was, “you chose the wrong photos!” We had taken a few different photos earlier, and I had obviously chosen the worst of the bunch.
“Of course this Whoorl wasn’t impressed with the haircut. You’re grimacing like a villain from a bad movie.”
I know I shouldn’t care about how I look to any of you, because sexiness comes from within, from self-confidence, from being comfortable in your own skin and not caring…
Eh… screw that.
So, for all those readers who stopped by earlier and saw those photos of us, please burn them from your memory. I realize that those photos are still embedded in that post, and also exist in the vast basement of the Google archives, but just play along. Make believe they don’t exist. From now on, please ALWAYS think of the two of us as looking like the photos in THIS post, since we are much more glamorous in these than in the other ones. You’ll probably not even notice the difference, but WE DO —
In this one, Sophia put some spit in my hair and made me look more like one of the guys on American Idol.
I am publishing this one of Sophia looking sultry, just to win some brownie points with her.
Isn’t this one better than before? Progressive babes (who usually put out on the first date) — please note the peace sign on the shirt. Although, to be honest, it’s not really mine. I accidentally took home someone else’s shirt from the laundromat.
Sophia also wanted me to come clean about another matter. She thinks that I always make her be the heavy. In the last post, I quoted her as saying “no,” when I asked her if I could photograph the toilet seat in order to show it to you.
She never said anything about the seat, because we never had this conversation.  I made that up.
In my defense, I still believe that if I had asked her, she would have said “no.” She insists that that she has no problem with me taking a photo of any toilet seat in the house and posting it on my blog. I love her, but I take that statement with a grain of salt.  Please tune into next Tuesday’s Dr. Phil Show, as Phil McGraw helps us be more honest with each other about what we can and what we can’t photograph in the house.
As an apology for making you read through TWO posts about nothing, here is a little gift —
A photo of our beachy toilet seat. Enjoy it!
