Hide the chocolate or I’m so gonna eat myself into a chocolate coma. Today. Right now. This very minute.

I mean, why did I wait until I was fifty years old to schedule a photo shoot with a twenty-three-year-old drop-dead-gorgeous guy model?

Yes, just when I thought life couldn’t get any worse, it did.

Fortunately, my daughter went with me. Still, it’s her fault I went through it at all. She and her family go to church with this guy. Yes, there really are guys like that out there, so hold steady, girls!

Anyway, this “kid” had such bright lights on my face that if he had flipped on plastic gloves, I’d have been outta there before he could blink. And let me just say he clicked that camera so many times I wanted to growl, “Look, if you haven’t found a good angle by now, it ain’t gonna happen.”

It was painful, long, and in light of what I was seeing, I needed to make a mad dash to the store for cold cream.

Speaking of which, HOT FLASHES & COLD CREAM is NOW available at your nearest bookstore!!!! Whooohooooo!!! So, please, please, tell your friends and family to go out and get a copy or all these wrinkles are for nothing.

Okay, back to last night. The truth is I really did have a fun time. Course that was before I saw the pictures. But I’m choosing to think positive. After all, I managed to find two out of the stack of, say, ninety that I could live with. That should count for something. Not only that, but I’m thinking I might tuck one of them away for my next driver’s license photo. Nothing is ever wasted--well, all except for those other eighty-eight photos, but still.

My web site will be updated by next week, so you’ll have to check out www.diannhunt.com and see which pictures I actually settled on. If you think they’re awful, please don’t tell me. I can only eat so much chocolate.