Hey Kids! So, it was suggested by someone whose opinion I value that I try a makeover. I think the intent being, to look less off-putting creepy goth Wednesday wannabe, and more JoJo the dog faced girl next door.As much as I am totally OCD about change in my routines, I decided to give it a shot; right down to my eyebrows and contacts. Upon seeing it for the first time, my recently acquired psycho, Scottish Sibling, points at me like the grim frickin reaper, and literally explodes with laughter. She falls to the floor, holding her belly, braying at me. She gasps out "Now you look like I sound!" She throws out plant based descriptors like "carrot" and "pumpkin" as she snorts and snickers. As I am unaccustomed to being made fun of in my frickin face, I go all beast mode: hurling epithets at her like grenades. She turns instantly feral. And there was much screaming, insulting, threats of bodily harm, regretting, apologizing, hugging, and weeping. So, yeah. It Was a whole thing. And like, TA DAH! Here's my big selfie, glamour shot. So feel free to yuck it up, and opine. I'm prepared for things like, Peppermint Patty cracks, and such. That which does not kill us, makes us stronger, right? Oy. Love Ya! ASPCA Statement: No animals were physically harmed during the making of this picture; only  embarrassed, and humiliated to the point of death.