Let's move on from break-up posts.
Let's talk about less awkward, yet still awkward things..
So I don't know if you know what you were doing in 1996.
But a game of who was the weirdest kid that Alissa and I were playing one day resulted in me digging this up. It was one of those group shots that I got tagged in on Facebook. It's most likely the last school activity I was photographed participating in.
What I may not have known in 5th grade is that I was in fact a girl.
As you can see I am sporting some very flattering male attire.. Of course that was my typical outfit. Which heaven only knows I was that girl who wore shorts under my dresses to church. I was, I really was. While dreaming of the day that my mother would buy me scented markers, even though I never once asked for them.
And if you can't find me in that photo.. well..
Plaid shirt and overalls.. and an I'm going to kill you face - that's me.
Like the boy sitting to my left who professed his love for me in my early twenties.
Or the snow pants behind me.
Oh the snow pants.