Over at Mommy Wants Vodka, she is doing something quite fun. She posted what she believes to be some embarrassing pictures of her growing up. She challenged her readers to do the same. So, I went through some of my old photo albums to see if I embarrass me and, sure enough I do.
Let the fun begin...
Black leggings and red push socks...now, I know you are saying to yourselves, "but, Viv, it was Halloween, you're off the hook." Alas, the only components of that costume were the cape, horns, and pitchfork. For those of you with eagle eyes, you might have noticed the 'pocket rocker' on the end table...dates me just as much as those darn socks.
Halloween a few years later. Now, in my mind I was a sexy, young, French maid...in reality, I looked more like Cousin It with those bangs.
Those are me with my American cousins. I am the oldest. Can you not see that lovely swim suit on an 80 year old woman? What was wrong with me?
Further proof that I should never wear a swimsuit. That was me, swimming instead of playing tennis for my lousy half credit of gym that I pulled in my HS career. Huge neon flowers over my abdomen, really young Viv, really? I think that the button fly Calvin Klein jeans complete the ensemble well, no?
Finally, I bring you this. Me, dressed for that same half credit of tennis...WITH MY SHIRT TUCKED INTO MY ELASTIC WAIST SHORTS...and two boys I don't remember...at all.
So, how many of you guys out there are game to do the same? Leave me the link so I can come visit and admire the skeletons in your closets!