I came into work today and my heart sank when one of the art directors happily said, “Amy! I found a picture of you on the Internet!”
Since she had shouted it across the room, everyone started buzzing and tittering and gathering around her extra-large art director computer screen.
“Really? Where?!” I asked, slowly, dreadfully, approaching her computer. What picture could this possibly be? Did she find my blog? Did Sarah post more photos of me stalking that cute photographer? Did some atrocious just-rolled-out-of-bed photo from Christmas-past mysteriously surface?
And then she loaded this site and we all started cracking up.
Looks like I unknowingly had my photo snapped at last week’s Cynthia Rowley party, while I was practicing my best case of Parisian ennui…