Damn We Were Cute

Yesterday afternoon we emptied a huge drawer in our dining room sideboard that is full of pictures. Most of them came from Ernie's Mother. After she died we started sorting them with his brothers and then they got put in that drawer and there they've sat. I need to use the drawer for something else though so we attacked it again, sorting it into piles for each brother, and tossing many of the extraneous things, pictures that friends had sent them of their kids and grandkids, etc.

I must admit that I kept this picture because I found it so oddly creepy....

I came across some pictures of when Ernie and I had visited my sister Debbie in Boston, and my grandfather in Portland, somewhere around 1983. I look at them as though they're someone else and then I remember, "OH, that's me!" 

The other day I was looking at something and moaning about how old I looked. Ernie told me we had to stop saying that. I sighed and said, "I know, but then you see Kristi Rose...." He started laughing and said, "Well, don't go by her....she NEVER ages!" And we laughed because we love her enough not to resent it.

And with that....a dash of 1983:

And Debbie....these are just for you because they show Grandpa and their house....