Fair Enough...

Per Trapped in Colorado's suggestion, here are some pictures from my high school year book.

First, the "official" portrait. Professionally done, not too shabby. Also not representative of how I looked most of the time:

Here I am, in the courtyard with the rest of my graduating class:

And, standing proudly with my hand on the Red Shovel. My superlative was The Red Shovel Award - for being the best at slinging BS. (Mom was so proud.)

And finally, in the cafeteria. Note the smile previously mentioned (and my nervous composure.)

And, here we are this morning. Snapped about ten minutes ago - sans shower, the only make-up is residual from the day before (yes, I'm terrible and lazy and fall into bed without any ceremonious ritual of face washing. Something I would have *never* done in high school - heaven forbid!) I'm not saying it's perfect, I'm just saying it's better.

(Probably more pictures to come later. Five years ago at this very moment I was exchanging vows with my husband. I pulled on the dress an hour ago and it fit - so I think I'm going to gussy-up and take some pictures later. Who knows if it'll still fit in another five years...)