This evening, my wife plunked a big box of old papers and junk in front of me and told me it was my job to sort it out and clean it up. I went through it obediently, even though I quickly discovered that it was mostly her old trash. There were a few gems scattered in there, though, and I pulled them out before tossing the rest into the recycling bin. It seems only fair that I get to post some of them.
Like her school photo from when she was in 4th or 5th grade.
Ah, yes. The Summer of Love, 1967. We were going to school together then. She’s still just as pretty, just a bit more mature, fortunately.
I guess it should be no surprise what happened 13 years later.
Now see what she’s done? She not only made me clean up her stuff, she sent me on a nostalgia trip.