Seriously, could I have a bigger mouth?? I mean, how can I expect people to come to my book signing events if every photo that shows me engaging with a reader also makes it seem as though I am going to devour him or her? Poor, unsuspecting readers.
I just get so excited....
But, to stave off the head-shaking and tsk-tsk-ing and "Don't be so hard on yourself"-ing, I will say this: I totally rock that gray t-shirt. HA! See? I'm not completely insecure; only about certain things. Like the size of my FREAKING mouth and the teeth therein.
That top photo is funny, huh? It's a picture of me next to a picture of me. Because my megalomania needs a little boost. Honestly? It creeps me out a little bit.
And, yes, I know. The K has once again disappeared from my name. Probably just a little message from the Universe to remind me that I am a mere mortal and to keep my megalomania in check. Yin; meet yang. Yang; I believe you already know yin.
I'm just thankful the photographer showed up before the sparkling wine started flowing. My mouth gets even bigger after I've knocked back a few.