Mary J*ne you.
I think I have posted this Easter photo before; it brings me such delight.
My brother Mark, poised, polished, alert.
(we won’t mention the shortness of this dress!)
I recall hearing my Mom tell stories of the Dr.’s giving pregnant women some sort of ‘speed’ drug while they were preggers back in the day. I don’t know why…perhaps to keep them thin?
The residual lasted for years. I may have been ok most of the year, but come Easter Sunday…when I caught sight of my Easter basket with all that grass in it….I was toast.
Thank you all for your encouraging words on my last ‘stressed’ post about my kids. I have taken matters into my own hands and we won’t be having anymore boy issues.
If you would like to contact my children, send me a note. I will slip it under the closet door for them. They will be out in about 12 years.
“Yes, I know it is dark in there…get USED to IT!”
Peace out ya’ll!
(I wonder if that lady is still smokin’?)