yesterday's meme, I cruised through the old photos. It's hard to resist the lure of memories in technicolor.
If you've known me a while, this was my original avatar. I love this photo. Gigi was such a serious baby 67% of the time. The other thirty-three were spent making me swoon or go insane in the membrane.
There is a distinct memory of being impatient for the appearance of more hair but trying not to let it get to me because it seemed too superficial. Which it was because all I wanted to do was force her into cute little hairstyles before she started to tell me to back off. For the record, she started to tell me to back off the moment she started to talk.
Anyhow, now it's screw superficial - it's all about being practical. These days, I wish she had short hair because taming her locks is damn near f'ing impossible with the hand twirled dreadlocks that form on a daily basis. And don't even get me started on her bangs which are in her eyes all the time - oh wait - so are mine, so maybe I'd better let that one slide.
So the knot-filled hair means basically I'm paying for that one superficial wish. Karma can be a bitch. Cripes, I wonder what would happen if I wished for lots of money? I'd probably get robbed by a bunch of freak clowns right after receiving the cash.
Oh sorry, I bet you thought I was going to talk about Lost (finally, they announced when it's back) but no, I was just talking about how I got lost in the photos last night. Boring I know, but you cannot tell me you don't do it too. Seriously, doesn't everyone fall head first into their photo folders?