The cheese face. My granddaughter has a great smile — until you utter, “say cheese” and get the “cheese face.” As I looked at the photo this evening I realized I’m feeling the way she looks — ugh, give me a break. I don’t want to grin and bear it. Just want a little time to unwind.
With that in mind I’ll roll the Vespa scooter out of the garage and go for a ride. As soon as it stops raining. Maybe Wednesday will be nice. Some time on the road should fix what ails me.
Until then I’ll grin and keep moving.