You know how they say that when a person looks at old photos of herself, she thinks how cute she was, and how she had no idea at the time that she was ever that cute? Well that’s how this picture makes me feel.
Mister and I were living in an old folks’ home (for reals), and it was laundry day. It was also Texas. And it was hot. So I romped around outside the apartment the same as I did inside. And that’s how Mister caught this shot of me headed down the hall. No shame. No pride, either.
I’m not this young anymore, nor this cute. But I’m still just as much of a dork as ever. No shame. But maybe a little bit of pride, if I’m being honest.