I know four things are certain, based on this post.
1. My mom is most definitely yelling at me through her computer,
riiiiiiiiiight about now:
“MEAGAN LEEEEEIGH!!! TAKE THAT PHOTO OFF OF HERE!”
2. Clearly, my dad is the one who taught me how to dress myself –
I live in flannel whenever I can get away with it.
I typically wear too many shades of the same color, all at once.
If an occasion can in any way be deemed acceptable of one, I will be wearing a hat.
Oh, and I always have a honking-huge camera in my hand.
3. Blame for my hat dependence can be directed at my mom’s generosity
in passing on that big – and beautiful – hair.
4. My mom, and her hair, have always been beautiful and totally fab.
[ I mean, do you even dare to try to find
a better Christmas sweater? I think not. ]
Here’s to my mom… HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
My name is Zoom,
and I live on the moon,
but I came down to Earth
just to sing you this tune,
’cause MOMMM-MMM, it’s your birthday,
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!
And it’s ok that you might love me a little less for posting your photo on the Internet. :)