Ahhh….
The best cure for a Monday is a Tuesday. And a Coke. Today is just a better day. Not that yesterday was particularly bad, it was just a psycho Monday.
In an attempt to give to the world, as I often do, I’m going to try to make your day better by sharing a part of me. There have been requests for clogging pictures. There are SO MANY reasons why I shouldn’t share, one of them being for my poor, defenseless sister’s sake, but share I must.
Let’s start with my younger picture. There are more, mind you, but these are all I have on my computer… Stick around long enough, and I might share more someday.
This one is cute. I’m young enough for this to be ok. The only thing I find disturbing is that we have no legs. Something about that makes my insides itchy, like my body is trying to turn itself inside out.
I feel the need to explain the costume. The dance was to "Second-Hand Rose" and we did it with a fake mirror…one person did actions the opposite of the other, facing each other, so we looked like mirror images until the end, when the person on the other side stepped through the mirror (it was so amazing) and we danced together. I’m pretty sure we tricked people into thinking we were one person in front of a mirror instead of two people pretending to be a mirror. One of my favorite routines ever.
Next.
Ok. This one…oh…
There is just. no. explanation. I, just, um… well… uh… gosh.
1. STILL no legs.
2. Braces and squinty eyes and claw bangs, except for one little piece poking into my eye.
3. Feathers, sequins, AND fringe. One would have been enough. But all three? And the hat? And ONE glove? I just…I…um… oh…my insides are SO itchy right now… Look away… pretend you didn’t see that, ok?
Hi. I’m WAY too old now. And besides that? Why did they pose us that way to emphasize the fact that my little sister is taller than me? Just heap on the humiliation. Notice the bangs are still there. And the sequin and fringe. The braces are gone. And still…no legs.
Ok. That’s it. I can’t take it any more. NO MORE.
I hope this little excursion into my past has been as fun for you as it was excruciating for me. My insides are so itchy right now, I hope my body doesn’t turn itself inside out. Because it feels like it just might.
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I am SO enjoying checking bloglines at 10pm for my nightly dose of hilarious Shannon stories : )
hee! The no leg thing is hilarious!
love the feathers and sequins. seriously, hot stuff!
That is hot.
Seriously, you would’ve rocked the BYU folk dance team.
Their loss.
Ouch, sis. That hurts. I feel fine posting pics on MY blog that literally NO ONE looks at. But yours? Come on, you have an audience. Shouldn’t I have been given a legal disclaimer or some type of disclosure to allow you to air this dirty, teenagers-in-glitter laundry? Talk about itching insides! I have a full blown rash going on. Ouch.
How is it that I have been in this family for eleven years and I don’t remember seeing these pictures?! I take that back–the last one rings a bell, but the first two were complete newcomers. Guess I need to pull out the old photo albums again, which is always a treat. Love it. By the way, my “claw” bangs of that era could take yours on any day.
Thank you so much for this post.
It is raining today, but it doesn’t feel like it. Those sequined costumes and smiling faces have made the day bright and sparkly!
oh Shannon!
I am still giggling about the “no legs”
ghost cloggers!
Cute!! Wouldn’t you rather have your girls in those costumes than ones imitating Britney Spears?
Shannon-I applaud your nerve. Seriously. I’m standing and clapping in your honor right now. Trevor is laughing at you though.