"It's a good picture!"

I saw the picture for the ad. You know, the one for the Best Puffy Lime Green Receptionist in the Ozarks. Everyone at work comments, "It's a good picture!" This worries me. Is that what I really look like? No way!

Yes, way, apparently. Except for the fact that no one ever recognizes me with my hair pulled back, which means I don't really look like the picture. Especially in my head.

Of course, it's probably a long time since I actually looked like I do in my head. I still have big 80s hair there (man, I miss my 80s hair! It looks like that naturally!) and the body of a 20-something. Admittedly, I also sound like a Valley Girl in my head, but, like, you know, sometimes that's totally tubular!

It must be why I don't like pictures taken of me - they look nothing like I think I look.

Not long before she passed away, my grandmother told my sister that she still felt like a teenager in her head. Is it genetic, or is it universal? One of my friends at work just turned 101 years old and she is one of the youngest people I've met. She is the snappiest dresser and always has a pocketbook to match the outfit, and a bow in her hair or a hat. She goes out more often than I do (okay, that's not saying a whole lot), just go, go, go.

I wonder how old she looks in her head?