Isn't life ironic? The photo below was taken in (I'm guessing here) 1980, on the front porch of our house in Downers Grove. You'd never guess that the sweet-looking, fresh-faced towhead and the roly-poly, precocious redhead would spend the next 16 years accusing each other of stealing -- clothing, jewelry, even socks. Thank God we actually like each other now, or we'd both be very, very tired women.
I'm leaving on a train this afternoon to meet up with Sean in Joliet for this weekend's NASCAR festivities (hold all laughter until the end of the post, please). Bring on the tailgating, drinking, and general diet bending behavior!
Back on Monday...
I'm leaving on a train this afternoon to meet up with Sean in Joliet for this weekend's NASCAR festivities (hold all laughter until the end of the post, please). Bring on the tailgating, drinking, and general diet bending behavior!
Back on Monday...
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