I had to drop off my dog at my Mom’s last night before my exciting comedy weekend in the sunny Upper Peninsula of Michigan (oh and Wisconsin, which is a tropical paradise in December also). For some reason, she decided to pull out old school pictures.
There is nothing like seeing old pics of yourself in third grade with huge glasses, spiked hair and bright yellow suspenders to realize you can probably dress yourself better than your parents. I saw all the experimental haircuts I was subjected to, such as the side tease, the bowl cut, the lesbian spikey mullet and the late high school fave, the butt cut (that last one is on me, I thought it was cool). Due to these style bombs, I also observed each year of school pictures I smiled less and less. I think the sweater vest and duck tail combo did it.