OK, It's definitely time to make a little fun of myself in an effort to bring me back down to earth. I'm sorry about the picture quality. My scanner doesn't work with Vista (coughcoughconspiracy) so these are pictures of pictures.
Here we go...
And thus began my legacy of bad hair.
Yes, my parents made me sleep on a shelf.
I always say my kids are going to drive me to drink. Now I see it was my PARENTS who started me on that path!
The predecessor to the down vest. An attractive look, no? I wish I knew what was on my finger. I'd probably just picked my nose or something.
This is what happens if your parents forget to pack your blankie when you go to visit relatives. What??? You've never sucked your thumb while holding a cat's tail?
Unlike my daughters, I've never been especially fond of shoes. Orthopaedic comfort before style.
"You're serious? THIS is my Christmas present? But I asked for a tricycle!"
Even back then, I tried to hide my big butt with baggy clothing.
But even worse - check out the curtains!!!
Stacy! Clinton! HELP!!!
Yeah, I don't know - my dad always took pictures of me sitting next to inanimate people. But check out those snazzy pants! FORE!
The infamous smocked-top dress. No first day of kindergarten would be complete without it.
I know what you're thinking - why are those boys in dresses? I'm embarrassed to admit that those boys are actually me and my sister. See? We're holding dandelions. That's a girly thing to do.
Ummm, I'm pretty sure this outfit was NEVER in style.
Now boarding, flight 129, nonstop service to Orlando, at gate 23.
Nice barrettes, by the way!
What's with the tie, Colonel Sanders?
This is what a can of Aquanet can do. Just don't light any matches near that hair!
Oh and the eyebrows! Look familiar?