Lots of Shirley's!

Today is my birthday! Happy to me!

Here I am through the ages, starting with first grade in the upper left hand corner. (Awwww!)

Then view the model quality images left to right until you reach my 5th grade picture on the far left of the middle row. I distinctly remember being proud of my beautiful hair that day because I styled it myself. When I tied that bow around my head, I just knew I was worthy of inclusion in a Disney princess lineup.

On to the 8th grade picture on the far right, middle row.

After that, MY 9th GRADE PICTURE WITH THE BLUE EYESHADOW IS MISSING! (Did I sluff that year? Probably.)

The next item to note is that the short hair picture in the red shirt (Junior year), and the long hair picture in the white vest and blue collar (

Sophomore year), are reversed. 

I really don't know how to pull hair out of my head to make it grow that fast in one year. 

You might also note that with short hair cut so closely to my round face, I resemble a bowling ball with a neck.

Then we have the GRAND FINALE Senior picture in blue feathers. BLUE FEATHERS, PEOPLE!

I had arrived at adulthood and they put me in blue feathers.

Yeah, employers are going to take THAT seriously on a resume.

"I know how to smile in a blue feather shawl without sneezing."

"YOU'RE HIRED!"

Do you remember your Senior pictures?

Was it a good day?

Dancing in the Grocery Store/ Your Hair Looks Good

Jackie Brown said my hair looked so good, I should take a picture of it, so I did.
Hm. I think the wooden bear looks good, and the sunflowers look good, but my hair? (Maybe she meant the back!)
I was in the grocery store with my photogenic hair when I saw a young couple dancing with the old fashioned twirl-the-girl move in the aisle between the specialty treats and the soda pop. I smiled at them as I made my way to the check out stand. When I got to the parking lot, there they were, walking toward a car.
"Hey!" I said.
They turned to look at me.
"You guys should celebrate your 50th anniversary dancing in this store!"
"We're not married," the guy said, holding tightly to the girl's hand.
"Then you should make a pact to meet here in 50 years and dance in the aisle again," I called.
"Yeah, we should," he said.
"Have a good night," I called, and opened my car door.
I predict that was either a deal maker or deal breaker. What do you wanna bet he proposes in the produce section after hiding an engagement ring inside a banana skin?
(Oh-so-romantic *Sigh*) And they'll live satisfied ever after...