Did I ever tell you the story about my mom trying to get me to sit for a portrait with her? She's smiling like an angel of the Lord and I won't show my whole face and look like someone was forcing me to drink a green smoothie at the age of three in 1971, no doubt. We lost that pic in a fire almost twenty years ago. I remember every thing about that photo. Her Marge Simpson hair, my huge pouty cheeks and my page boy haircut.. What I wouldn't give to have that photo back..These littles in this family photo remind me of that pic. sometimes it's not about the cheesy smile. Well, most of the time for me, it's not.
Once upon a time there lived three girls. All were beautiful and all possessed different gifts. The Kingdom was all aglow with laughter and giggles for many years until one day the King stepped into the cavernous hall and heard nothing. "Wife!" he yelled."What has happened? Did everyone go into the village?" "Oh Honey" said the Queen stepping outside of her chamber wearing a bathrobe and her hair on top of her head. "They're not gone. They're teenagers." "What in God's name is a teenager?" shouted the King. "Oh dear." The queen remarked turning up her chalice of wine. "What isn't a teenager?"

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