Because I’m boring and have nothing interesting to say but am starved for attention (what? I’m the middle child of seven, I can never have too much attention), I’m going to give you a good laugh. You’re welcome. So, here you go, because any attention is good attention.
That’s me, age 6 or 7, with my great gramma and my brother, Dominic. I remember this outfit. I LOVED this outfit. Even when it stopped fitting me, as you can plainly see, and gave me a killer wedgie. What’s that? You wanna closer look? Whatever you say.
Umm, yeah. The look on my face says it all. And, the shoes! Oh, the shoes! What you can’t see is that my toes were curled under because I’d forced my feet into them all evil stepsistery-like. What’s that? I can’t hear you over all the snickering. I’m totally reconsidering posting this. But what the hell, bad attention is better than no attention at all, right?