I just got an email from my Dad with the subject "Some Photos for Your Memoirs"

1. I'm writing memoirs? Oh boy, one more thing to do. Can my blog count as my "memoirs'?

2. What was I thinking? Did I wake up late that morning and have to throw on the first thing I found or did I actually think that looked good?

3. The excuse for the hair-do has to be the rain, or rather, the mist that constantly blessed us Washingtonians and ruined even the nicest hair-dos. Actually, I'm not sure that style looked any better before I went outside that morning.

4. Theresa, I know we haven't seen each other since HS graduation, but if you happen upon my blog and see this photo - I'm sorry, so so sorry. Thanks for being my friend even though I occasionally dressed like that. It was occasionally wasn't it?



The others aren't quite as painful or humiliating as the first, but I'll include them just for memories sake. Sooz, Chris, Peter, Patti and Omega - remember those times? They were so great.