Many of my favorite people in the world have been my friends for 20 years or more. I love sharing so much of my past with them; the fact that they still love me—even though they know me as well as they do—makes my heart feel like a big smiley face.
And yet, there are times when it comes back to bite me in the ass.
You see, Victor’s brother married a girl I’ve been friends with since fourth grade. I adore Sally, as I have mentioned often, and always look forward to family get-togethers when I know she’ll be there. She has an incredible sense of humor and is great fun to be around. Because we are now sisters-in-law, I can’t exactly escape her—not that I’d want to, of course—but occasionally we remember things about each other that are probably best forgotten. This does not, however, keep us from sharing them with each other, the rest of the family, or the world, because there are few chuckle-worthy moments like these.
Do I have an example, you ask? Why, yes! I do! Sally went through an old photo album recently and found my school picture from eighth grade.
Can I get a collective “YIKES!”???
Good friends remember your past and don’t embarrass you with it. But the ones who scan and e-mail you photographic proof of what a laughable dork you once were? They’re the keepers.
Yeah, I'm sure it was the "stylist."
ReplyDeleteI just had the biggest smile on my face when I saw that... such a sweet young thing... Can we say hot rollers? I have many a fond memory of the wild sproingy curls that only a mess of hot rollers can bestow. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSher, although I was a big fan of hot rollers back in the day, I'm sad to say that the wild sproinginess of my hair in that pic is all me. Stoopid natural curl combined with bad cut equals fuzzy mess. Sad, no? :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, I'm sure it was the "stylist."
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