As a kid growing up in a teeny-tiny town (where surfing was impossible--no one surfs on Lake Ontario, and if you try surfing on the Niagara River, the chances are you'll go over the falls), one of my favorite shows was Gidget.
(If you are under fifty, you might want to stop reading now.)
Gidget starred Sally Field before she was The Flying Nun, which was long before she was considered a serious actress.
And that was way before she started doing commercials for osteoporosis meds. The show aired in the mid-1960s and was a typical "beach-blanket" style program. (Remember those movies with Frankie and Annette? They were AWESOME!)
Anyway, I was quite especially in love with the opening of the show where Sally makes all these cute faces. I can remember practicing my cute faces in the mirror JUST IN CASE I WAS EVER IN MY OWN TV SHOW--WHICH I AM STILL WAITING FOR, PEOPLE!!
Fast forward fifty years, and I finally have my chance! My new school has a computer log-in system that's tied to software that identifies predators. So every morning when I log in, I pretend that I am Gidget and I make a different face. I have been told that these photos are monitored, and I want to believe in my heart that there is some little guy in Des Moines, looking at my photos and saying, "We need to get this woman her own show!!" And my fabulosity will be known throughout the land.
So while in my mind, I look like this...
When in reality, I look like this: