Other than changing into goofy clothes and putting my hair into really stiff braids, I don't remember much about the day of the report. I can vaguely picture the class staring at us and being less than impressed. I know, shocking. Possibly this event foreshadowed my years of crushing unpopularity.
Fast forward to yesterday when I received a box from Dawn. I ripped into it and pulled this chick out:I am very happy to give this funky gal a home. We have some shelves in our living room that are quickly filling up with toys and other fun things:
Yes, she'll fit in very nicely in the cubby next to the boy's brain eating zombie:A good friend is someone who has seen you dress up as Pippi Longstocking yet loves you anyway.