If you're looking for a post in which I actually write stuff, please see the one I wrote late last night. Besides, it's rather funny and you get to hear all about proper negotiation techniques in a relationship.

This post is to settle a dispute.

See, two days ago I posted a picture of Pixie on my blog. A picture she willingly took for that post and asked me, oh, about five times throughout the course of the day if I had written it yet. She was excited to be a blog celebrity. Rightfully so, since this is my blog and I have millions of readers.

Yeah... Anyway, back to reality.

Doesn't she call me after it's posted to tell me she hates the picture I took. She thinks she looks terrible. I tell her she doesn't. She think she looks like The Joker. I think she doesn't.

Oh, but she does, she tells me. She really, really does. She wants me to remove it. She wants me to black out her face or something. I tell her she's being vain and to get over it (because thats' what supportive friends do, you know). And instead I'll get my blog brethren to tell us what they think (I believe most of you are girls, but whatever - this isn't about you or me and my poor choice of words. This is about Pixie. Now stop being selfish)

This is the picture of Pixie that I took a two days ago:



Alright. maybe the lighting is bad, but that's what happens when you don't strategically place yourself in room with northern light so as to have better pictures taken of yourself. Other than that she's looking great, as always. I don't even look that attractive when I'm trying.

This is a picture of The Joker I snapped when he was over at my house last week putting the finishing touches on Joker Junior's project (this "helping" thing is turning into a bit of an epidemic, I'd say):




I see no resemblance.

Okay. Maybe the cleavage, but that's it.