Age 8.
Dress up in lady clothes.
Left to right: Little bro, me, my friend Mary.
Background. A car that makes me wonder how old I really am. Bags of cement...front steps in progress.
I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Friday, January 27, 2006
A Cowgirl even then
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