My mom brought some other pictures with her Sunday night, and since I don’t have time to write about my two-day marathon at the DMV or about my garage door that has become posessed with a menacing, tricky demon, I will share those with you know. Prepare to say, “Awwwww.”
Here is yours truly and Dr. Ryan (he DEMANDS that I call him that now!) (Just kidding!) when we were but wee high-schoolers headed to the prom.
Things to notice:
1. Yes, that is a farmer’s tan on my arm.
2. Yes, my bangs are curled perfectly, like a surfer’s dream.
3. The background is my parent’s living room. My mom is not much of a white-wall person anymore. Before the white walls, there was some pretty trippy 70s gold and blue wallpaper on those walls, so it’s easy to understand why the white paint became necessary. To calm the nerves.
4. Those sweet smiles on our faces almost disguise the fact that nearly every single day of high school was a living hell for us.
5. My hair was very long.
6. Even at this age, Ryan believed he was losing his hair.
7. I tilt my head in pictures. I don’t know why. Weak neck muscles?
And this picture has always been a favorite of mine:
Things to notice:
1. The flash didn’t go off, which gave this great silhouette.
2. If you stick your ear up to the screen and listen closely, you can hear Ryan thanking heaven that he bought a wrist corsage instead of the kind that has to be awkwardly attached to the girl’s dress, dangerously near the breastage area, especially standing in the presence of the girl’s parents.
After pictures and flower-attaching, we headed off to the prom in first-class style.
Things to notice/consider:
1. The limo belonged to the local funeral home.
2. Which I think is a wonderful symbol of our high school experience.
3. Check out the cool, circular manicured bush in my neighbor’s yard. One time when my family was having a gathering, these neighbors left a nasty note on the cars parked in front of their house, demanding that people not park there.
4. We did not bake a lot of cookies for those neighbors over the years.
5. The house in the upper left corner belonged to a family who had a beloved little dog that was eaten by our large, not-nearly-as-beloved dog. Not good. My mom claims that after our dog killed and ate a wayward chicken, he never got over his taste for blood.
5. Our dog’s name was Edward.
6. No it wasn’t.
7. We didn’t bake cookies for those neighbors either, because we could feel their hatred repelling us from several yards away.
See? Wasn’t that more interesting than reading about how I saw local TV personality Craig Bolerjack at the DMV? OK, it probably wasn’t.
