A fatter baby I have never seen. What was my mom feeding me?
It's all good. I didn't get arrested, fall off the mountain or get eaten by bears.
What more can one ask for?
I gotta write some of my stories down so I don't forget, as I'm getting on in years.
I forget how much fun I've had over the years until I start going through my photo albums.
The subpoena's coming tomorrow, isn't it.
4 comments:
Ha ha. The look on your face is a classic.
My, you were a fatty.
Tee hee.
You should have gotten coal for Christmas back then instead of the buttered biscuits wrapped in bacon that you obviously must have been snacking on.
You're right, Maria, that look is priceless. Cute then, cute now. I like the smaller version though. The smaller version being the now Duder.
Fattest kid ever, right? And I looked like that til I was nineteen! I think that look actually was my "where are my buttered biscuits wrapped in bacon, mommy?" look.
I have more, but I just can't stand to embarass myself anymore! ;)
I love fat babies... I could just gobble their legs... they are so cuddly, you looked cuddly. Yeah, that look says "I'm growing an attitude."
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