I was putting some of our camping stuff (that we pulled out week ago) away. Suddenly, I found myself cleaning out the storage room. These pictures were all in a little bag, and they basically fell into my lap, so I took that as a sign that I should post them. Perhaps one of these people has been dying to dig up old memories of when we were all so cool. SO COOL.
This was a little representation of us (drawn by Erica), back in the day. Each little drawing has a story…a funny one…behind it.
Needless to say, my storage room is still in shambles. I’m NEVER going to sleep again until I come up with a solution for ALL of my pictures (oh, yes. I have more. Many, many more. Gems, I tell ya, gems.) Right now they are in disarray.
I’m not sure which is worse, stressing over the unorganized pictures, or stressing over Bogey’s next trip to Stanford in December, where he has to meet with the “Cleft Team”—it’s a long appointment and lots of docs—including Child Psychiatrics. I know it’s months away, but I find myself contemplating what they might discover. Do you know how many “syndromes” are associated with cleft lip and palate? Go ahead. Google it. I did.
…Yeah, about those pictures. Let’s get back to stressing about those.