see what we want to see

a conversation last night after posting pix of self in new glasses:

Me: I don't think those pictures really look like me, though.
Mr. Glove: ...
Me: Because of the angles, or something. And I know they look backwards to me because they are backwards to me...
Mr. Glove: ...
Me: But besides that, I just don't think they look like me.
Mr. Glove: They are of you.
Me: My nose isn't that big.
Mr. Glove: (snorting with disbelief) Yes, it is.
Me: It's not. I don't have a big nose. Do I?
Mr. Glove: You do. I've been telling you so for years.
Me: But you're wrong! Also, I'm prettier than that.
Mr. Glove: You're a funny girl.

And I don't have a big nose. All of the photographic evidence in the world cannot convince me. Mr. Glove and I have the same size nose (no, I can't remember why we measured our noses. We were young and foolish or something), and his is delicate and perfectly proportioned, so mine is at least not-big. I do, however, have a very big head.

meme: icons parsed out every possible way

( the full complement of 50 listed all the ways I can think of )

stone_princess hates me. She proves it with word and deed.

A woman at the grocery store who was handing out free samples of some sort of low-carb treats complimented me on my really "fun, unique" shoes. Um. They're black sort-of-cowboy boots. Plain. Thanks, I guess?

I bought the dog a huge bone/lump thing covered with greasy, disgusting, stinky brown meaty bits. He hasn't managed to completely devour the hideous bony mass of it yet, but he's gnawed it down to a nearly-uniform clean ivory. It gives me doubly unpleasant thoughts about what would happen if I were to die while Mr. Glove was out of town on business, giving me yet more incentive to not do so.