As you know, I was the recipient of a tremendous award this past weekend.
And by "tremendous," I mean in both size and prestige.
This was a Big Deal for me.
So I was looking forward to see the photos that were taken that night by our racing series' Official Photographer.
Until I saw the one picture he took of me.
Or, should I say, of my back.
And I was all, "Really? REALLY?"
My hair looked great, by the way.
*I* looked great, by the way. Makeup and everything!
Not that you'll see it. Because the only way I could get a copy of the picture of my back is if I were to buy it.
No thanks. I'll pass.
What made the lack of a photo even more galling was that everyone else who received a Merit Award had their picture taken. You know, "Stand there, hold up your award and Smile!"
I feel like Gretchen Weiners when she didn't get a candy cane but there was four for Glen Coco (you go, Glen Coco!)
Yeah, yeah, I know. Boo frickety hoo.
Pity, Party of One! Your table is ready!