Sunday, July 24, 2011
It's rather depressing to find a picture of yourself (circa. pre-kids, pre-cellulite, pre-sleep deprivation, pre-bat wings, pre-an ass that could qualify for it's own zip code) and barely recognize that it's you.
It's even more depressing to know that under no circumstances, will you ever look that good again.
But, just to add salt to the open wound....you end up having this conversation with your just-turned-6 year old:
Little Man: "mom, who's that?"
Me: "that's me".
Little Man: "really? it doesn't look like you"
Me: "well, I was younger. And much thinner then."
Little Man: "oh, so like a hundred years ago".
Thank you, sweet, little angel of mine.