The following is an actual conversation that took place as I was getting ready for another day of extreme violining. I was standing in the bathroom, applying my industrial strength concealed in a futile attempt to make the bags under my eyes disappear, when Ashlynn ran gleefully down the hall.
"Mom!" she squealed. "Look at this picture I found of you and Holly!"
Aaah,yes. The goldmine of embarrassing pictures that can be found at your parents' house.
"Look at your hair! It's huge!" Ashlynn continued.
By this time Abby had joined the party. "Mom, your dress was really ugly," she contributed.
"And you had braces!" Ashlynn said, horrified.
They both took off down the hall with the offending picture, giggling happily, leaving me wishing for plastic surgery instead of concealer. Just as I was about to give up on getting ready and crawl under the covers for the rest of the day in embarassment, Ashlynn came running back in the bathroom.
"It's okay, Mom. We love you anyway."
I think I'll keep her.
And no, I'm not uploading a copy of the picture. Blogging with an iPhone, remember? And my poor sister is innocent in all of this. And if I remember right, she had a major fever the day that picture was taken, so I'll save it for when I need some blackmail material.