Wait. That was 1992. This is 2009. Did all of the above happen 17 years ago? Yep. Do I now feel old as Methuselah? Completely.
Witness my Spring Break highlights:
Let my girls dye eggs more times than necessary. Thankfully Kristi (my girls' big "sister") proves that Liberty University is nothing if not effective in producing "Champions for Christ" who are capable of handling vinegar, dye, and smelly eggs with total efficiency. Life skills, y'all.
Dressed my girls up in their Easter finest and forced them to pose for a full 5 minutes. This was the best shot of the lot. Next week I'm applying for a job at Olan-Mills.
Talked to one of these gorgeous gals, more than once, about randomness such as Sandi Patti on vinyl, sadomasochism (don't ask!), and my disappointment over the lack of a naked Henry Cavill on the season premiere of The Tudors. Ahem. And the other gorgeous gal in the picture? Well, we wore Chucks on the same day. During my spring break. We win.Talked to this beauty (who was with one of the gorgeous gals in the previous picture) while she shopped in Anthropologie. Then debated being her friend for a solid 5 minutes, because really...like I need another beautiful, stylish, clever, talented, ghetto-bootied gal in my life. Wait...debate over...I totally need her in my life. Special hug to you, Lauren!
Looked through pics from this past winter and decided my bone structure is not conducive to sexy, wannabe pouting. Nor is all that grey, even if it was winter. And why didn't anyone tell me I have the Octo-Mom's lips? Ew.
My husband met Big Tom...of Survivor fame. Big Tom gave Scott his autograph and this picture, just for me. Best. Spring. Break. Ever.