Heather (and Mike too!) needs your love today (technically yesterday, but written last night, yo). She needs it every day; but today especially. It’s been one month since Maddie’s passing. Of course, there are many ways to give Heather some love today. emails, tweets, candy. Or you can head on over here and bid away on some AWESOME products.
As for me, I’m going to give Heather a little love today (and some of her requested alimartell humor) by making book on a promise I made to her a long, long time ago. Back when Heather posted some, um, awesome pictures from her childhood that may or may not have included some bangs and a visor, I promised her I would dig up some of mine, that may or may not have included a Joey Jeremiah hat and, um, a perm.
There really are no words, people.
(anyone want to take a stab at what YEAR this was?)
the pink shorts! the crop shirt! the high-waisted belted pair of shorts! the scrunchie! and don’t even get me started on the get-up that I am sporting (what you can’t see in this picture…my layered socks and reebok hi-tops) (at least I am only wearing a matching pajama top and bottom…I could be sporting my UNITS gear) (oh, like you never) in this random shot of us posing in front of a limo during one of our Mintzfamilyvacations. Of course, our family vacations didn’t include any Wagon Queen Family Trucksters…
but they were full of just as many highjinks and shenanigans. I mean, the LA trip was the one were my brother and I got kicked out of the Beverly Hills Hotel for dancing the roger rabbit in the lobby. It was the one where we followed every green range rover in the city because we had heard that Tom Cruise drove one. It was the one where my cousin Sarah stuffed a roll under her chin at a fancy restaurant so she could reach the butter (oh, wait, no, i think that was Myrtle Beach). It was the one where we made a mortifying video of us singing songs from Dirty Dancing in which I may or may not be wearing black and white biker shorts with a puffy-painted shirt. and it may have been neon.