Memories

There's this picture.
Ah, man...gets me every time.

There I am, in a horrifyingly party pink satin-silky onesie number with a bow in my hair. Sitting on my grandma's lap (said grandma probably picked out said outfit), and

in front of God and everybody

I am PICKING

MY

NOSE

*and crazier, I'm LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF.

Like,this is the most delightful thing in the world to be doing (and showing off to a captive audience) at the moment.

Grandma's leaning waaaayyyy back, (I guess she didn't want the fallout on her pants) and has this wide-eyed, "oh dear oh Lord she's already a deviant and she can't even dress herself yet" look, along with a nervous smile on her face.

I think our relationship hasn't dramatically changed over the years...

she may bring up politics at the table every now and then, but

I picked my nose

in front of God and

Everybody.