This week is probably not going to be a good one. Any day now, Zoë’s doctor is going to call me with the official results of her autopsy and I’m dreading it. I have a decent idea of what to expect, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m trying very hard not to focus on it, but it’s like having a huge storm cloud looming over my picnic table. I KNOW it’s coming and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
So, by way of distraction, I’ve decided to participate in the challenge Ashley has posted at Clever blog name here. She’s dared us to post embarassing photos of ourselves as children. I have more ammo than you can imagine. Mine go waaay beyond bad haircuts and ugly ’70s fashions.
Here’s one to get us started. Not terribly embarassing, but that hairdo is just an indication of what the years ahead would hold for me.