If you get new posts via email, you may have noticed this one was initially set to password protected. You may have noticed you did not have a password and maybe this drove you so crazy you tried random words or your third grade teacher’s name in hopes you could somehow access the wisdom surely contained therein. Or not. Long story short, I used to have another blog many years ago where I didn’t write about sobriety, mainly because I was not sober. Occasionally I did illustrated posts, which I found a lot of fun and challenging on account of the fact that I can’t draw. Recently a friend encouraged me to try my hand at something creative and challenging, and so the not-so-short-afterall story is I thought I was setting this illustrated post to private but instead it went out to subscribers and now I feel obligated to show you it was just me not having a clue how this whole internet thing works. p.s. the password was your fourth grade teacher’s name!
If I go into October 10 on my phone calendar, I can see the red shaded box clearly.
Audrey’s Picture Day!
Okay, I added the exclamation point just now, but it was definitely in there as a reminder.
I don’t know why the reminder didn’t remind me like I thought I’d set it up to do. I could blame a lot of things for why I forgot, but the fact is I did forget and I sent little Audrey to school on picture day dressed in a too-small t-shirt with a monbrow’d monster on the front and purple cape on the back.
While I was envisioning sending in this Audrey for picture day:
This is the Audrey the photographer got:
Nevermind that I can’t do pigtails to save my life and that she doesn’t even own a fancy-collared, button-up shirt, but I felt like I’d failed her as a mother. I’d sent her in dressed as that kid on the one day it would be captured in the yearbook, ie forever.
We got the pictures back last week and I’ve never seen her look so naturally happy in a photo. Her cowlick is neatly in place along with the rest of her hair. She’s smiling big enough to see the gap where her front tooth will one day come in, though not for awhile. You can see part of the cape and all of the monster’s monobrow and it seems clear that he too is a happy little monster.
I don’t think we’ll be needing Make Up Picture Day afterall.