Okay, since you’ve got photographic proof…
Wait, is that even me?! It does look like my bushy eyebrows and heavily wrinkled forehead…
And while I thought that it might be our old dog, Jessie, it’s not. But with those eyes…
But where were we? Who do I even know who plays the piano, let alone owns one?
It’s…a mystery.
Did I have my head with me all day long?
