There's a lesson to prepare for tomorrow morning's Sunday School class.
Everyone around here is hungry; the husband, kid and animals. Our refrigerator looks like a ghost town because I need to go shopping.
There are three calls to return from family members that are probably ready to write me off.
And my house is a wreck.
So how am I spending my evening hours? Most productively, I assure you. See for yourself.

This looks so much like my Grandma Donaghue that it's a little scary. I doubt she had that wayward lock of hair hanging down the side of her face, though.
I never had a hairdo like this, but if it would've been popular in the 80s, you can bet I'd have been sporting it. It looks like it requires lots of time and hairspray, a combo I embraced back then.
Hmm. This doesn't look like such a far cry from my current mom-do.
Oh boy. I don't know about this one.
And this looks like my senior picture. Do you think the bangs look like a waterfall? That was my intent when I had a hairstyle like this. Mom's still scraping the White Rain off the bathroom walls.
And because I haven't sufficiently wasted enough time, here's dear old Dad. I just happened to have a photo nearby that was begging to be scanned and desecrated.





1 comment:
That is too funny Lisa! But I think you need to get out of the house more.
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