As you may know, I've been going through a lot of pictures since my Dad died and I've come up with some great ones that I haven't shared (why bore you THAT much?), but I couldn't keep these to myself.
Will you LOOK at my mother??? A natural beauty. This is the year I was born - where did that hair come from? How come mine never got that long? See - this is what I mean, I have to grow it now. If SHE is that gorgeous, maybe I can be too - it's the hair, right?
Here is the hair again - but she's pregnant with my brother. We didn't know Michael was going to be such a little fatty boom batty when he was a baby, but this belly should have been a clue. Helloooo?
It only gets better - the next two pictures are of my mother after two kids. Holy shit! I don't look that good and I don't even HAVE kids. Maybe that's the secret? Holy crap - I have to have kids??? I'm going to get all Irene and resurrect the white eye shadow. That, and my new long hair may bring me close to the height of beautiful perfection you see here:
That last pic has a pretty good story behind it.....something about the garbage guy finding the negatives of a scantily clad woman in the trash (hint - my mom) and my father almost taking his arm off. Uh, something like that.