Because you were all so patient and kind during our snowpocalypse of the last week, reading my whining, on here, and on FB about how badly it sucked to be without power for five days,
and because most of you didn't laugh when one of the first things I was happy about was a handful of non dead fish....
I found you all a reward.
I've blogged a few times about how I was Marie Osmand for Halloween once when I was a kid. Plastic mask and all.
I spent some time this Thanksgiving looking through my Mom's pictures, and found you the photographic evidence of this monumental event. Because I love you all, Here it is, in all its ugh, Toothy Glory.....
Be kind. I was only seven years old, and knew NOT what I was choosing. Or that I would willingly share this with the interwebs all these years, later....
4 comments:
No need to apologize. After the first three days without power it is fine, but it is the next two days that would get me.
How did you not suffocate in Marie's costume? That is too cute.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahhahaha
Pam if I remember right, the mask would stay in place mere seconds at a time before the face got all hot and moist from trying to breathe. Then it would get shoved up on top of the head. I also remember the elastic string that held the mask in place pulling my hair, constantly. And the smell of plastic.
What cracks me up the most, though, are the red knee high socks I was sporting...
LOVE IT! Glad you're home and have non-dead fish!!
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