31

I turned 31 yesterday. I celebrated by getting a drum carder last Saturday, giving a work table a makeover, downloading Storm Force narrated by James Marsters on Tuesday and going to see Harry Pottery on my actual birthday. (I had them arrange the movie opening on my birthday. You’re welcome.)

And for your entertainment, I am going to post some pictures I found.

1st Birthday

I Wish This Was My Pony
Cowgirl Close Up
Cowgirl Close Up
Cowgirl Close Up

So the first picture is from my first birthday when I was as bald as the day I was born. My dad was so upset by this, he threatened to buy me a wig for my 2nd birthday if I didn’t grow some hair. I grew some hair.

The pony photoshoot…I’m not really sure what’s going on there. I think this was my Uncle Frank and Aunt Maxine’s pony and I think this might be at their house. But I have no idea where the outfit came from, why I’m not wearing a shirt or who took the pictures. But this probably has a lot to do with why I want a pony.

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