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Only now-a-days all of our photos are on a computer hard drive and can be accessed with an easy mouse chase. So I stopped packing my hat collection (?) and just looked at photos for awhile.
I found this picture of Chup and me a couple months after we moved into our double-wide. I had long hair, Chup had more hair and The Chief was only wishful thinking. How things have changed. I have shorter hair, Chup has less hair and The Chief just kicked me so hard that my belly button jumped a few inches.
But here is what I want to say. I remember the day that picture was taken. I remember because I felt "too fat" for a photograph. Too fat huh? I could just pinch that girl. Wake up! Wake up! You never looked so good. Silly girl.
Then I wonder what I'll say to myself in five years when I look at pictures of me now. Probably something like, Oh you poor thing! You were so sick! How did we ever survive that pregnancy?
Then I will remember the answer: Little Debbie Nutty Bars.