Please join me for the second installment of BFTP. The fun continues…
I don’t think it gets much cuter than this. Notice the nice shiner on my left eye. Some things never change.
Fast forward a few years… In this picture I am sporting a savage tan and probably the WORST haircut ever. That’s what happens when the mullet grows out. Educational posters will be sent to all pubic schools featuring my mug and the caption: “Don’t let this happen to you. AVOID THE MULLET!”
Mooooommm, Pleeeeeaaaaasse can I have the pink stonewash zipper dress!?!? Without pictures like these, there would be no photographic proof of the terrible fashion crimes committed during 80s.
This photo was taken moments before my 13th birthday party — the one in which Jeanneatte Hartman did a rousing interpretive dance to Debbie Gibson’s “Electric Youth” on my living room floor. Is it me, or does it look like something threw up all over my pants? And I’m surprised I still have feet what with the blood flow being constricted so much by those tight rolled pant cuffs tucked in my tube socks.
Valerie Smith and I on our way to a Bar Mitzvah or something. Working the symmetry between my hair and balloon dress.
