Because I haven’t had a new head shot for about fifteen years, maybe twenty, today I dragged Pat Gaffney out to the little fake waterfall beside our favorite grill and said, “Headshots, I need them.” And she was, as always, a peach, and took a million of them.
Among them were a few flukes like this one, which I am going to send to Bob whenever I’m annoyed at him:
And this one, which will always remind me of how much fun I have with Pat:
But now I have narrowed the choices down to six. I think I know which one I like best, but of course Argh must weigh in on it.
I asked Bob which one he liked best and he picked this one:
So not a help. I e-mailed Pat and Mollie and Krissie, too, so now it’s over to you, Argh. Which one of those three headshots scares you the least?