In the un-melodramatic version of life, that means I don't have choir practice anymore.
Sad panda is sad.
So now I need to fill the void that is empty Thursday evenings and I figured what better way than hopping on the perpetual social media bandwagon and engage in some Throwbacks for the summer!
Just...humor me. I'm depressed. /pout (refer to panda photo)
We will just have to deal with the pictures on my laptop from our wedding slideshow until the inevitable time comes when I get that guilt-tripping riddled text from my mom that reads between the lines saying, "I HAVE LOVED YOU ALL THESE YEARS--IT'S BEEN THREE WEEKS APPRECIATE ME," and then we go over for dinner and she feeds us enough for three days and I leave with more guilt than before AND a memory stick full of other pictures garnered from my parents computers. But also an inordinate amount of feeling loved. Moms are the best.
(oh, did Mother's Day just happen?? #hangover)
So without further ado; the first installment of Hope's awkward beginnings as a human!!
No, not that, obviously, that's just...moving on.
I was just talking about my mom so it's only fitting, really.
Isn't she beautiful?
And I have a hat.
Maybe someday I'll have her grace and poise and effortless loveliness.
The plan is that I will just post these pictures without much trumpetings and talking (unlike this post so, good start!) to just....enlighten you generous folks on how gloriously far I've come. Seriously, human development is hard business, yo. I like to think I'm comfortable with where I'm at now but that's been a recent period of enlightenment. And by enlightenment I really mean general apathy as to the carings of others. 'Others' being the apparent haters. Cuz my family and close friends seem to wanna keep me around and that's all that matters.
"Those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter."
You done been Seuss'd.