She writes:
I read your blog and it was soooo mmmeeeaaaaannn. You are making fun of Ju c. He is so cute and looks so sweet. Look at these pics and wonder WHAT YOUR CHILDREN WILL LOOK LIKE.
love yo mama
I figure I'd better even the playing field with these pictures...
I don't think there is a single 80's cliche that I have overlooked. I was so proud of those shirts.
And my handy color-change watch.
Ju-C, you have been vindicated.
Wow...love the glasses...they're so big. :) And the unicorn shirt...WHAT?!?! Who didn't have one of those?? Love it, and you are a good sport for flashing your 80's pics.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - I love the airbrushed unicorn on your sweatshirt, the pleated acid-washed jeans (which I'm 100% sure are Jordache), the feathered bangs, the crimped hair and the shirt decorated with what I suspect is puffy paint. HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA.... What's the ribbon for? Pretty sure my pics are worse though, E - sure glad my mom doesn't know how to work a scanner....
ReplyDeleteI think she can see the future with those glasses. WOW. JK, BFL. Emily, you are proof that perfection doesn't always start out that way and I definitely married up. ILYSB!
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I think you missed a trend. where is your balloon barette holding your shirt in a bunch to the side?!?!?!?
ReplyDeleteI love kay bostic.
oh kay bostic.
ReplyDeletethats awesome.
you must have really loved that pink tshirt to wear it on such a cold day in south Alabama that you had to wear a long sleeved collared shirt under it
HAHAHA, words cannot express how happy these pictures make me. I too want to know what the ribbon is for. Your perm is awesome too.
ReplyDeleteYour obsession with "big hair" began at a young age for sure!!!
ReplyDeleteI may have had the shirt with the paint splatters. What's up with the ribbon thing?
Gotta love Kay Bostic for sharing the pics!!!! Tell her thanks.
You have to update. Every time I look at your page I see those pictures and I can't stop laughing. It makes me feel bad to be laughing at your expense.
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