We went to my small family reunion yesterday. The high temperature was 73 degrees. I was a little chilly for awhile. Who wears a coat in August!
I know people who have followed me either on my blog or on Facebook for years are tired of this old picture, but here it is. I never remember who which baby is except for myself, but it has become a yearly thing with us girls.
The Allen baby girls of 1944. I'm the baby in the bonnet.
Most of my dad's people weren't very tall; I think my father was 5'7", same as my mother; if she wore high heels, she was taller than him. Look at me, towering over all the others! I took after my mother. I'm also the oldest. I just noticed the strange way I'm standing, but there's a reason for it. No, I didn't need to go to the bathroom. My left leg is straight because that's the one with the knee replacement. Now I have only one knock knee. Since the replaced knee hurts exactly like the other one, I saw no reason to get another. Why bother?
I have one old picture to show you. I have my mother's body, her curly hair, and her size. I used to have her bra size but as I aged I wasn't very comfy with them (age changes your body) and got rid of over half what I had. But I digress. Cliff has told me for a long time that my high cheekbones are exactly like my dad's; I could never see it.
Yesterday I put a picture of me and my dog, Gabe, on Facebook. It was his eighth birthday. By the way, he got over sixty likes. Today, looking for old pictures, I found one of my dad with me, and I saw it. Not on this picture, because my baby fat covers it up, but it shows on his face. Now look at the picture below it.
I'm really glad Frances had her eyes open this year.
