It has been mentioned that I don’t post many pictures of myself on this blog.
This is true. I prefer to post pictures of Yago being cute and Rogelio being Spanish. Although any moron can write a blog, media success generally revolves around money, good looks or intelligence. You need something to exploit.
Obviously, if I had the intelligence, I would have overcome my short-comings in the looks department to solve the money issue. Then I could spend my days at the spa and making my therapist rich instead of whining about how my ass must grow in proportion to my pregnant belly so I don’t fall over.
No big tits. No family inheritance. NASA is not knocking down my door. So what does that leave me to exploit?
I do worry about the digital legacy I am leaving Yago at such a tender age. I have posted photos of his naked butt on the internet. Shouldn’t there be a law?
Anyhoo, Yago has talked me into posting a self-portrait. And, since I don’t stray far these days, I didn’t have much else to post.
“Mom, you don’t have to get out of your grungy PJ’s but let’s a least put some make-up on you.”
“Hey Mommy! Who drew all over your face?” Ba, ha ha ha ha ha!”
Revenge is sweet.