I am barely making the Thursday cutoff. Blogging on fumes, as they say in Nerdland: Population 1. So I’ll keep this short and sweet. This is my first grade picture:
That haircut was the source of serious drama. I hated it so bad that I wore a hood all day, every day – including at school – for several weeks. Ask my mom – she’ll vouch. I can still remember the sweatshirt – it was a red hoodie, and that thing must’ve stunk by the time I finally took it off.
OR perhaps it was destiny’s way of aligning me with my future husband, who looked like this in his first grade photo:
That’s the last of the childhood photos I have in my possession, so I will stop torturing the internet with my bad haircut stories.