I can't believe I am telling this story. It's horribly embarrassing, but since none of you really know me personally, what the heck:
I saw a picture this morning that reminded me of something I did my 7th grade year. In a fit of boredom one day and after having seen my older cousin's really cool Senior pictures, I decided I would put on my cheerleading uniform, put my saxaphone across the handlebars of my 4-wheeler and then have my mom take pictures of me sitting on said 4-wheeler. She did it, too. Looking back, it's no doubt that she did it with the idea that she could one day use these pictures to embarrass me to no ever-living end. She doesn't read this blog and I can only hope...nay...pray that she never finds those things.
I saved this picture for the last part of this post for two reasons: 1. So you can see why it reminded me of my weird jr. high photo session. 2. Because it's so dang funny you will probably forget my weird jr. high photo session: Also, I am wondering, does this man have a mirror ANYWHERE in his house?
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