. . . and Unisom

I am not sure if it is because we are moving or because I have enough hormones to donate to a successful sex change but I have been feeling nostalgic lately. The other night I sat on Chup's computer and scrolled through files and files of family pictures. I think it is what you are supposed to do when you are obligated to pack up your life (in perfect Sailor Jerry's Rum boxes) every now and again you stop and look at that long lost photo album you found in the bottom of your bedside table.

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.