Throwback.

So, when I was Marley's age, here's what I looked like.

Heather, Danielle, and I found this picture along with a few dozen other gems when we last cleaned out our mom's mini-apartment. We have to keep doing that, by the way. Almost ten years ago, when we moved her from our childhood home, we emptied an enormous dumpster at least three times. When she moved from her condo to Heather's home, there was another vicious purging. And since she's been at Heather's, we've been through her things like simultaneously nervous and ruthless employees of 1-800-GOT-JUNK. Twice. She's always been a borderline hoarder, but now she's saving things like bizarre magazine clippings and the same list of granola bars on nearly one hundred scraps of paper and paper towels and I don't even want to get into it.

Anyhow, happier times. When I was rocking pigtails, Danielle was wee, and Heather wore a sweet satin jacket that I think may be from Roller Kingdom. I like that I'm shoving Heather over as if to say, "Ah! You did it again! You! Yooouu!"