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I'm probably 7 or 8 in this photo, so right around 1976. The look I give people when they interrupt me writing hasn't changed a bit, has it?
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theda says she can see a lot of mom in that photo. She's not wrong.I'm probably 7 or 8 in this photo, so right around 1976. The look I give people when they interrupt me writing hasn't changed a bit, has it?
theda says she can see a lot of mom in that photo. She's not wrong.As posted to Tumblr (and xposted to FB and Twitter, look at me with the social media linking).
1993. Christmas eve, doing some last-minute present wrapping.
And then Christmas morning, proving without a doubt that I have never, EVER been a morning person. Yes, that's what my hair looked like when I rolled out of bed.
All in all, while I sometimes miss that hair, those eyebrows, and being that dress size, I don't miss my life from that era. I am SO much happier now.
1993. Christmas eve, doing some last-minute present wrapping.
And then Christmas morning, proving without a doubt that I have never, EVER been a morning person. Yes, that's what my hair looked like when I rolled out of bed.
All in all, while I sometimes miss that hair, those eyebrows, and being that dress size, I don't miss my life from that era. I am SO much happier now.
June, 1987. I was 18, and had just graduated high school. And yes, that is Murphybear with me.
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