Got my frown turned upside down

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It's picture day at Max's school.

The picture info packets were sent home yesterday.

Go school for giving us 15 hours notice!!

Way to stir up mass parental hysteria.

You know I let out an "aw, man, this sucks" cause my little guy is still looking a teensy bit like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer....but I'll leave the profanity that slipped from my neighbors mouth to your imagination. This poor chick has twin daughters & a little boy to get gussied up on a moments notice. And cut a check for the cost.

Luckily, it's only the 3rd week of school so those fresh haircuts should still be pretty much intact. Even so, I added this line to my prayers last night:

"Lord, Please protect the tresses of all the little children whose mothers may be tempted to whip out scrapbooking scissors for a little trim. And may forgiveness come swiftly to the child's heart who shows up tomorrow with scalloped edged bangs. Amen."

So, question. Why are school pictures such a source of stress?

I know I can't be in the minority when I say I completely hated them as a kid. I was never the girl with the perfect pig-tails. For 3 solid years I had Summer Teeth (some are over here, some are over there, ignore the spit coming from the gap in the middle). We always got, like, a months notice, which is the downside to too much notice - because with that kind of time frame, one of two things always happened:

1) You forgot & showed up at school in mismatched Garanimals (elephant pants/giraffe turtleneck), questionable hair, and a koolaide mustache.

OR

2) Your mom went on the hunt for matchy-matchy outfits for you & your brother, got borderline OCD with hot curlers, which burned your scalp, gave you a headache and made you squint for the camera...forever immortalizing you as a dork. You know you look ridiculous when your pictures come back and the only nice comment even your grandmother can make is "oh what a darling pinafore". Umm, yeah.


DEATH TO

PINAFORES!




Oh, Sorry.
Ahem.

But its all good now, cause I grew up to be a winner! Yup, I sure did. Just look here to see the awesomeness that I won:

Mixed Media Artist

I am so excited!!

It even makes the woes of "picture day's past" all better.

I promise when I get a new printer/scanner I am totally showing you that picture, cause #2 is for real. And when you see it? You'll want my moms address so you can send her severely worded letters on the eternal damage she did to my psyche. And I will give it to you.