Dear followers, I apologize for you having to witness my face from ages 10-16 so to make up for it, here’s a photo of my infant self.
And I’m aware this looks like the trashiest house ever but it’s the screened porch of my cottage and it was 1993. Indoor patio furniture was the thing.
We’ve been watching the Survivor/I Will Survive video on repeat for half an hour now; he whines whenever I switch to another tab.
I have some throat/flu thing but he wants to be attached to me (he refuses to walk; I have to carry him) so I’m stuck holding him even though I feel like death. My mom was right: this is definitely motherhood.
Dum de dum I took this the other day meaning to show off my new glasses but I can’t figure out how to take colour pictures on this phone. Everything confuses me.