So.  Here I am. Middle aged, middle weight, middle intelligence, middle income, middle every damn thing in the world.

Even middle of my life.

So I think I’m having a mid-life crisis, and my best friend, who is an author, and artist, and everything I always wished I was decided that maybe I needed a new hobby. A way to express myself, a way to vent my vitriol.

So she talked me into becoming Jane Vodka.

It’s like my superhero secret identity, but reversed.  But I digress…

Jane made a wonderful piece of art for me to use. You may have already noticed it:

Then I mentioned to her that I needed a profile photo and I didn’t know what to use. So she made me this gorgeous, gregarious, girl:

I thought it was great. It really catches the spirit of how I wanted to feel when I did this. But I opened my big mouth and mentioned that it really didn’t look anything like me. So here’s what I got:

Hmph.

I told her obviously that was me. I always scratch the back of my head with my big toe.