Mondays can be rough. You're dealing with the death of the weekend, the long stretch of work week ahead of you, the early a.m. slog to the office, the enormous avalanche of email that has accumulated over the 48 hours since you were last at your desk...
That's why I've decided to start off this Monday by posting two recently unearthed, and extremely embarrassing high school photos of me, in the hopes that it will at least jump-start a smile, if not your productivity.
Without further ado...
This pic was actually scanned from a Polaroid (thus the poor quality). In it, my sister Lizzie and I are showing off our tongues in her room. Why, you ask? Pshaw. As though we needed a reason! To be honest, I neither remember nor care to know...
And this, an all-time favorite:
Here I am looking the soul of beneficence and kindness while at a Quaker Notes rehearsal. (Um, yes, I was in an a cappella group called "The Quaker Notes." Don't judge me--so was Dar Williams!) Two facts of note: one, my arm is slung around the shoulders of a girl who remains one of my best friends to this day. And two...Yes, that is a "Sugar Daddy" t-shirt I am rocking. Classy. So classy.
Ahhh...some things never change.