I've discovered the reason why my face looks so ginormous in pictures: As I was brushing my teeth this morning before getting Snidgey off to O'Hare, I noticed this crease when I stretched my mouth to get the back molars. It's not a dimple -- I already have those -- but maybe a smile line or worse, a weak spot in the fat of my face that collapses each time I smile. Whatever it is, it better not be permanent once I decide to actively lose weight, because then, any effort I make will be for naught because my face would still look massive.

The rest of the weekend was just as cool as Friday night, except for the dance contest, which Snidgey obviously has yet to forgive me for. We stopped at a little boutique in Schererville prior to that nightmare, and she bought a lovely plum cami while I purchased a completely uncharacteristic (but totally cute, I love it) sweater and a t-shirt with a sequined lollipop and the word "blow" embroidered on it. Then we met up with KleptoCat (her nom de blog has changed yet again) for Thai food and made an appearance at the Overdue show, where Snidgey got to meet my pals from November's Doom and basically drive all the men kray-zee.

Speaking of which, whey does this not surprise me in the least?