in which the photos don't match my insides.

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBXXNkI7ugantdo1oP1xzH8wZS5I-eInvHEP9C7dKEkQUKBwKDvpiyAips_Qc7JcXyC1JTrrOdVCN1oo3nPZzD-dEYQf9RBvF-RauoVeYVE7VsXcmtJPR2CjEmz7BRDnu_y3hfpahWDaH/s1600/K1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIBXXNkI7ugantdo1oP1xzH8wZS5I-eInvHEP9C7dKEkQUKBwKDvpiyAips_Qc7JcXyC1JTrrOdVCN1oo3nPZzD-dEYQf9RBvF-RauoVeYVE7VsXcmtJPR2CjEmz7BRDnu_y3hfpahWDaH/s640/K1britt3.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: don't recall. shorts: american eagle. shirt: j.crew. belt: thrifted (american eagle). bracelets: forever21. earrings: hawaii.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFFVvidBGXT55ZzkfLLZVJhZYoHmxrDpk6dZs9S6QsoLaZMMpLgR29sWqiYppjfHjZf2x1HDuKt7351obqBZvi1GbfJakD83KW9dyqI-H1VNxHJtjhjAX4gi7QKsKBYLjqbAnhiuafuwc/s1600/K1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFFVvidBGXT55ZzkfLLZVJhZYoHmxrDpk6dZs9S6QsoLaZMMpLgR29sWqiYppjfHjZf2x1HDuKt7351obqBZvi1GbfJakD83KW9dyqI-H1VNxHJtjhjAX4gi7QKsKBYLjqbAnhiuafuwc/s400/K1britt1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmM1SGVQZ10ZECFESxE4eLK5wMm0p0a341xEsCbiASKdhdTa2UuXUKqPoDRLbDfudpTdYuo6bppeMFzGeRGy3y55xOSDoSnJNRD3ttih1pXQC9dwy5QmSF76hlrEULp2nSxFFRSdLoJMz/s1600/K1britt2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmM1SGVQZ10ZECFESxE4eLK5wMm0p0a341xEsCbiASKdhdTa2UuXUKqPoDRLbDfudpTdYuo6bppeMFzGeRGy3y55xOSDoSnJNRD3ttih1pXQC9dwy5QmSF76hlrEULp2nSxFFRSdLoJMz/s640/K1britt2.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Traveling in Europe about 10 years ago, I was stopped and scrutinized at customs after handing them my passport. When I smile, my eyes nearly disappear into squintiness, and my smiling passport photo looked nothing like the straight-faced me. I'm sure it was for less than 10 seconds that they alternated between looking up at me and down at my photo, but it felt like an eternity. An eternity packed with crimes that I never committed but felt guilty of.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">[Epilogue: Eventually they let me through, and I proceeded to eat my weight in Italian ice cream.]</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My best friend growing up called them "happy clown eyes," because she said they turn into two rainbow-shaped arcs like what jolly clowns paint on their faces. Which is nice of her to try to say, but...really? Clowns? Yipes. Those guys are creepy, whether their eyes are painted happy or sad or dead.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've always been surprised to see photos of when I'm smiling, because I look so different (a.k.a. weird) from how I feel (a.k.a. normal). Regardless, it's how my face is built, and I figure I've got a few pretty solid options for how to deal with it: </div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(1) botox and/or plastic surgery. With such a face, I wouldn't physically be able to smile, which means no disappearing squint-eyes ever again! Tempting. Oh. Wait. Nope. Not tempting. At all.</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(2) practice and perfect a mouth-only smile. Hello teeth. And also goose-bumpy insincerity. </div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(3) never smile again. But I find myself too funny for that option...and my husband would miss my solo hysterical laughing fits, I just know it. </div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(4) just go with it. Done and done. Exhibit A:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvmf7OgH6e4V4wp6EUvcQZTS_Q-aY2AZh7bd9ZVZ2q21O4s5Ssp_kVl-fiCzwnhbTpg6iuXi8T4ko66FFN_tjYf4AFD5ZZTd-Xb7npgVEZZ_yvdrHMqUz4Fl8KLXUFypF0DXd9rB7kvmi/s1600/K1britt5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvmf7OgH6e4V4wp6EUvcQZTS_Q-aY2AZh7bd9ZVZ2q21O4s5Ssp_kVl-fiCzwnhbTpg6iuXi8T4ko66FFN_tjYf4AFD5ZZTd-Xb7npgVEZZ_yvdrHMqUz4Fl8KLXUFypF0DXd9rB7kvmi/s400/K1britt5.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Friday!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? 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in which the photos don't match my insides.

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embracing the cliche of a buttonup & a pencil skirt

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7q0nHRGJ20QefD7NlmbG_-vujfBVK6C0VlopAqAxr79_0zTblybtwGIl4SXGpBTljmp4WBSzf9prH7oLfK8VCHceq5PK3XOAlTuQb6mJ7v430rnvVeaiJ-ecfb538B7pz3-oMkwN0ZLv/s1600/R1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7q0nHRGJ20QefD7NlmbG_-vujfBVK6C0VlopAqAxr79_0zTblybtwGIl4SXGpBTljmp4WBSzf9prH7oLfK8VCHceq5PK3XOAlTuQb6mJ7v430rnvVeaiJ-ecfb538B7pz3-oMkwN0ZLv/s400/R1britt2.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: forever21. skirt & belt: kohl's. shirt: j.crew. necklace & bracelet: downeast basics.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLRlT7d89glRKJHyNAh9QLgRAIaRQq0uoXcAi-Kcq7ytTrC_DAsQ13Gw0WgNSxpeHaZ_XWSZHwNg9A2buvjC34vbt87O1E8b5BkmkZum8R05wDhTxhJIJEsoms6P_GBHHtSkLU_Xvoj-W/s1600/R1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLRlT7d89glRKJHyNAh9QLgRAIaRQq0uoXcAi-Kcq7ytTrC_DAsQ13Gw0WgNSxpeHaZ_XWSZHwNg9A2buvjC34vbt87O1E8b5BkmkZum8R05wDhTxhJIJEsoms6P_GBHHtSkLU_Xvoj-W/s400/R1britt1.jpg" t8="true" width="280" /></a></div><div align="center">This week I'm grateful for:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">- stuff that's already grated, like cheese and zucchini. It's like a gift from the Universe.</div><div align="center">- splash pads and cousin time for my kiddos.</div><div align="center">- mowing the lawn and leaving mower-stripes in the grass. Is it just me, or is that, like, totally satisfying? Like vacuum lines in the carpet (if I remember right... it's been so long since I vacuumed...). LOVE that.</div><div align="center">- stop-the-underarm-sweat stuff. I used to be a walking pair o' pit-stains, which is every bit as pretty as that sounds. It's warmer now, and I'm just really glad for the clinical strength stuff that keeps me dry.</div><div align="center">- my 2-year-old who says, real slow and adult-like, "whut. duh. hut." for "what the heck." </div><div align="center">- a husband who knows as much about planting bulbs and flowers as I do. Which, frankly, isn't much... but it's kinda cute and romantical how twinners we are about it, don't you think? No? It's actually nauseating and lame to be "twinners" with one's husband about anything? Oh. Good to know before I busted out sewing us matching plaid shirts...</div><div align="center">- tortillas. Seriously. A meal can be complete with tortillas and very few other ingredients.</div><div align="center">- acetaminophen and/or ibuprofen.</div><div align="center">- warm showers.</div><div align="center">- nature.</div><div align="center">- the song whose chorus goes, "there's only 1 thing 2 do 3 words 4 you," because it's become "our song" with my daughters and me.</div><div align="center">- facial smile lines.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Sunday!</div>

embracing the cliche of a buttonup & a pencil skirt

  shoes: forever21. skirt & belt: kohl's. shirt: j.crew. necklace & bracelet: downeast basics. This week I'm grateful for: -...

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