On Friday night after I picked Kelly up from work, since I had the car that day, we drove to the hotpot restaurant in the science park and enjoyed a rare dinner out together. We had such a nice time being out on a date with just the two of us, as we usually have Christopher too, but we left him at home. It was the beginning of a long weekend together, since the boys had Monday and Tuesday off of work and school for yet another Taiwanese holiday that we didn't know about previously called Tomb Sweeping Day. Thanks for a night out with you, Kelly!
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...

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