Mirror Mirror

It started out as a trip to the bathroom. Simple enough, right? Well for me, never. Especially when there is a reflective surface involved. As vain as it is, I can spend hours goofing in front of a mirror: playing with my hair, making faces, tweezing my eye brows. Ok, enough. But today I was stopped in my tracks when I noticed a red blotch on my jaw line. Upon closer examination, I found fang marks. How I did not notice something digging its fangs into my jaw is beyond me (well, I was pretty wrapped up in making awesome spring rolls).

So it started with a simple photo of my life threatening wound.

And then, I started to get a little carried away.Nothing out of the ordinary here.

Oh my gosh, who is that creep?

Look at all those Eiffel Towers.Slight obsession with Paris, yes.

I am going to refrain from putting up any more, especially since the passage of time on the clock is rather incriminating. And just as an update, my jaw has not fallen off yet. I think I am going to pull through this one alive.