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We're Going To Stay On This Journey For A Bit


I wanted to sit next to my cousin Kari, not next to her brother Eric. I'm guessing here. Who knows. My Gramma Lulu had those pillows right up to the day she died. I miss those pillows. And her davenports. That's right, davenports. It's not a couch!

Clearly Kari and I got along well as little ones. She's the cutie in the yellow coat. That's my dad hanging in the background there making sure we don't break the mirror or headbutt each other. They called us the kissing cousins. Really? Huh.


Listen, all I'm going to say here is that when you have a bathing suit up your ass, you will pull it out, no matter who is there with you.


I was worried about the bunny ears from Eric. Do ya'll sense a pattern here? I hardly saw my cousins when I was growing up so I kind of saw Eric as the older brother I never had. That being said, I was also privy to being picked on as his sisters were. I didn't mind though. He came through in the clutch once when someone was bugging me at school. Eric and Kari's sister Tami looks so little here (because she was at the time DUH woman!) and I do believe that she's the tallest out of all of grandkids. Skinniest too. Pffftttthhhh!


I'm having fun with this look back. The kids are giggly when they see photos of me as a baby. I get that way too. I think of what my dad would say when I was little. "You were such a cute baby, I don't know what happened along the way to here" Bahahahahaha! I always laughed. You can too.

Really. Come on, you know it's funny.

That's right. Teeheehee

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