Brittany, age 7
My friend Josette pointed out that my "mullet years" began at age 5. I laughed out loud because until her observation it never did register that my hair did resemble a mullet. Sorry mom. You can leave your defense in the comments section (though you've always known that I didn't like my short hair... love you!).
I will say, I do like this picture of myself. That was a hand-me-down dress from my sister and I always looked forward to the day that I could wear it. I believe she is also wearing it in her second grade picture.
Day 8 Festivities:
Spread good cheer Try to spread good cheer
I made five loaves of zucchini bread this afternoon (two of which were duds since I forgot to add the eggs. (Argh!) Hence, why I made two more). I was going to pay a well-over-due visit to two friends who had babes last month. One was out of town and the other was away from home for the night. Sigh. That's what I get for attempting last minute drop-ins. Next time I will call well in advance... before I bake the bread.
Something about me: I'm a sucker for stuffed animals... even now, at nearly 30-years-old. So much so that I slept with a stuffed animal until the day I got married. And still do when Wyatt is gone for the night. And still find myself resisting the urge to purchase a cute stuffed animal I see at the store.