
That precious punum (pronounced: poo-num) on the right is Taylor (Tay Tay to me), my oldest and dearest friend. Oldest, because we've known each other from the womb (I kid you not), thanks to our parents' ridiculously close friendship. So close, in fact, that there was some cohabitation at one point. She is probably the smartest woman I know. And I'd like to think I know a lot of women.
This one made me laugh.

Mine and Di(ana)'s 11th birthday party. The reason behind our God awful wannabe Sandy outfits is because we had a Sock Hop-themed shindig. I forget whose brilliant idea this was, but I don't forget that it was a pretty big hit. Also pretty big: me. As you can see, I received the 'lose the baby fat memo' a tad late.
And this one made me cry...

...cry for the days of my youth.
Ok, I didn't cry persay. But I do wish I had even the slightest recollection of this photo (by the way, that's me - the midget sailor on the left). I can only assume that I was bugging the crap out of my mother (sassy redhead with the perm) and possibly my sister (adorable little child on the lap of sassy redhead with the perm). I guess things really don't change. Except hats. Hats change, since I don't wear that one anymore. Maybe I was asking her why that woman to the left of me was stealing my look. She obviously didn't know just who she was dealing with.
I do hope I find more of these. Until then...










