I had forgotten that when we got to Brooke's house, she took some beautiful, artistic photos of your crime against cosmetics. She e-mailed them to me yesterday, and I just had to share. In fact, if you think this top photo of us won't be included in this year's Christmas card, you're crazy.
By the time we had finished dinner, we had mostly put the lipstick incident behind us. By then, Cedar had remnants of dinner plastered to her face, and you just had some faint lipstick stain around your nose and eyebrows. You had begun to resemble a pair of old ladies on Cocktail Night at Shady Pines.
Good times, good times.
Love,
Mom
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