Going through old photos at my parent’s house, I came across this photo of me leaving for the prom nearly twenty years ago. I think I’m grimmacing because my mom is embarassing me by taking so many dang pictures – when really, all I wanted to do was leave and drink punch at the classy hotel ballroom with the rest of the big-haired people.
I remember it taking me HOURS and HOURS and HOURS to get my hair this perfect. Seriously. I look at it now and it seems I should be grimmacing because a spastic cat has crawled into my scalp and died.