When we gathered at my sister’s for Thanksgiving, I was thrilled to find out Mom brought the old photo albums and I ended up using my phone to take pictures of some of the pictures. They’re a little shiny because of the cellophane. (Is that what it’s called?) There’s no detaching pictures from adhesive they’ve been stuck to for twenty or thirty years. Most of the pictures had never been seen by my husband or my brother-in-law, so it was great fun.
Here are a couple from my past…
As you can see, this not-being-able-to-cook thing is not new for me.
My dependence on the coffee pot developed early.
The next one was truly a shocker. Photographic evidence that, at some point, I cleaned a house. My husband simply missed my domestic peak by about thirty-seven years. (The rubber shoes on my feet greatly resemble Crocs, though. I was very fashion-forward, obviously.)