Please, Join The Mocking Party
I've just discovered a shoebox full of old photos. Not surprising given how organised our house is, but fun nonetheless. When I stumbled across this photo, I realised I hadn't shown you a pic of my new haircut. Now that it's grown a bit and sits a little better (not to mention, I've dyed it back to dark now), it's basically the same one I had 14 years ago.
Ladies and Gentlemen, that's me at 6. Or was it 7? Sad, isn't it? What with those ears. And those teeth. And the pink cardigan with the red flowers and the tartan headband. Yup, I dressed myself. What you can't see from the photo is that it's the middle of summer. And I'm wearing my thick, winter tights. Remember those, girls? Weren't they wonderful? I would've bathed in them if I could. I certainly slept in them when I could sneak them past my parents. Might explain the bulbous head. What with all that pressure on my legs.
And why is it that fat kids always look so obnoxious? I have no idea how old I am here, but that's my Grandad (Dad's dad) hanging out in the back behind me, so I can't have been much older than three or four.
I must have been trying to be all gangster with my juice. Look at that face, don't you feel like she's about to whip out a gun from behind her back? I mean, once she's finished with the gangster crotch grope. I obviously had that down pat. So to speak.
There's more. Plenty more. And don't worry, they're coming. For those of you who have me added on Facebook, there will be a tassel-heavy pic making a striking appearance in a matter of moments. For those of you on Facebook that haven't, add me! If I know ya, I'll add ya right back (Seriously, I'll be living at this computer over the next couple of days).