happy birthday to...

...me! Ha, am I allowed to do that? I figure since I'm posting some highly embarrassing photos, it was okay. Well, I couldn't bring myself to post the REALLY embarrassing, maybe next year.

 This picture wouldn't be terrible, I mean, I'm sure pink and teal snowsuits were all the rage back in '88, but I don't understand the hat. At all.

 I hope you can see the detail on my shorts, because, they are absolutely fantastic....

Mom, did I make these myself? Or steal clothes from Joe's closet? 

For the record and in my mom's defense, I am pretty sure I HATED (still do) dresses and anything overly girly, I hated when she brushed my hair (so then she just cut it off, now you understand what I mean about withholding seriously embarrassing photos?) and yeah. Probably wasn't the 'dream' girl a mother could ask for. We will see if this comes to bite me in the butt...

I had to include one that wasn't completely awful. However, I'm curious to know where the freckles went, not that I'm complaining really, but wow. And might be the only time I ever post a picture of myself in a bathing suit, ha.

So, happy birthday to me. 28 and counting.