In which our Heroine steals Photos of other People.
I decided my blog needed more photos. Unfortunately, I am far too paranoid to show off my own child on the vastness of the internet. Consequently, I have no idea who any of these people are.
My birthday: one day before our terrible car accident. Please take note of my bushy hair. I can pull off an 80’s prom queen hairstyle any day of the week, with little effort. Here, we were camping, and I hadn’t even washed it that morning. A girl can complain about her hair on a regular basis but still feel sad that the impending radiation and chemo would change it permanently—which is just what will happen if I ever get to that point. We’re talking permanent bald spots from radiation and dead-looking if not absent hair from chemo. It would be such a shame to have my ferocious volume be depleted just before the 80’s styles come back into fashion. Whew! Dodged that bullet… for now…
Elephants on Parade.
Wow. Cute kid. I wonder whose she is.