Well, sorta, yeah. Why? Hell if I know.
Ooooooooh no. As GOD as my witness I will wear that woman down. And her frisky boy-toy Mr. Mom. 
Well I think that pic *is * poster material, and it looks styled and professional. I love your jewelry and pose in that shot- it is postcard perfect.
Thought out to hide my overbite and irreparably broken nose. I’m absolutely the least photogenic person alive, as I have the most irregular features and none of the symmetry that the camera loves. I do my best to stay behind the camera rather than in front, and most of those pics are out of date. I made an exception with the boudoir shots because 1) I was trying to beat the clock: my skin gives away my age because I spent my formative years dumped at the pool while my vacationing teacher parents played golf all summer 2) of late the boyfriend sees me either made-up, pinned-up, and suited-up for work or grubby head to toe from playing in the garden. I thought he might like to remember me as he met me, when I was frivolous and pretty and 3) my new cell phone camera does some neat tricks.
pffft. Post one of your pretty-girl pics, Dung Beetle. Dopers need to know who they are dealing with. (Trust me, folks- DB is a triple threat: Beauty, sense of humor, and brains.)
If only she didn’t decapitate and devour her mates she’d be perfect. 
Picky.
Those are rumors!
As one of (I’ll bet) many people who have just finished admiring you in your pictures, I think your self image needs an upgrade! You’re beautiful and outdoorsy! Hubba-hubba.
You have no idea how much that compliment means to me. The boyfriend called me a warthog (in the most affectionate tone) when I came in to shower after uprooting several rows of spent beans this morning.
Happy to hear it! (the compliment part, that is…not so much the warthog part. Boyfriend, this dubious smiley is for you :dubious: ).
I’ll echo what Figaro said… Keep stacking rocks and making the world a more beautiful place. I know you will.
He doesn’t read the Dope, but when I see him tomorrow, I’ll be happy to raise an eyebrow and snarl at him for you.
Here is a recent pic of mine, I have absolutely no “real” pictures other than random self-portrait shots. 
This picture doesn’t show me in my most alert state, but I’m posting it to pay homage to a very fine (free) hat that I rather enjoyed wearing, and as of late, have lost. RIP hat. Where ever you may be.
A few recent photos of myself, my wife, and my parents.
As long as you’ve still got the FM shirt.
You can have my Flogging Molly shirt when you tear it from my cold, dead corpse.
Why not add another pic to the pile?
NEWMAN!
That’s weird considering EVERYONE compares me to George Costanza. When I was younger, they all called me Radar.
That’s me in a wheat field on the Saskatchewan/Alberta border. No kidding.