Monday, May 29, 2006

George Bush made me feel this way:

And I was only four. I was just sitting there, imagining his smirking chimp face at the helm of this country, and it HURT ME.

Or, maybe it was that my mother made me go to Penney's after she'd attacked my recalcitrant hair with a curling iron and informed me that it was time to sit still and smile, damn it.

I love her for buying these, though. I had the opportunity to do the same for the Older Girl this year on the second (!) round of school pictures, as she made the most godawful face for them. It was the least I could do for her.


Bookhart said...

Good NIGHT it's remarkable how much the Older Child resembles you.

Karla said...

I was just gonna say that....