Liz over at a belle, a bean, & a chicago dog had the fabulous idea to link up and post our senior pictures.
As long as you can ignore the hair wing. And the curling iron ringlets. And not worry about why I was in that position and what I was looking at anyway…
I did have a couple of hot dates for homecoming.
High school wasn’t too bad. I had a great job…
And a sweet ride…
Why wouldn’t you wear denim shorts, a t-shirt, and penny loafers?
I went to prom with an actual boy!
Too bad I don’t remember his name. Nice slut red fingernails. I swear I wasn’t drinking that night, just practicing my drunk face for later in life.
We had our Grad Nite at Disney World. I think C & C Music Factory and De La Soul played. It was incredibly hip, so were we.
Not to get too emotional, but I contacted all but one of these girls to get permission to post this picture. Easy enough because we have all kept in touch over the last 18 years, not just through Facebook either. Love.
Finally graduation. How is it that my hair was the same all through senior year?
What’s worse is the only difference now is that I own a straightening iron so the wrinkles have moved from my hair to my face.