Passport to Baltic Summer Arrives

I'm one step closer to my Baltic Summer, as my renewed passport came in the mail today.

Do I look as much like an alien in real life as my passport picture?

Why do I never want to make a big deal when someone takes my picture and I know it's going to be un-flattering? Need I remind myself of the Leno-chin official photo that was on the work website for a year? Never let someone a foot shorter than you take your photo when you're standing. It's nothing but chin and teeth. The worse was when I was asked to email a headshot of myself on a white background to the team USA representative for a Brazilian visa application. What I found out, after informally taking a shot one night after a run with no make-up and lots of zits and a turtleneck (because I thought I looked too naked in a tank-top) was that this photo would be my official ID at the Pan-American Games and I'd have to use it to get into every venue. Luckily, at least in Brazil, people told me I looked better in person.