On Sunday I turned 33, and my brother decided to send a very thoughtful note attached with these pictures. His intent was to show how he remembered his twin sisters and how much fun it was to grow up with twins. Unfortunately, this little walk down memory lane proved to be slightly dramatic for the husband. He just called and asked if I had seen the pictures. (Now, I should note that he sounded rather stressed about the contents of these pictures.) I tried to laugh it off, I mean sure, I rocked a pretty serious truck driver look throughout the 80's (and preferred all my beverages in paper bags), but I didn't think it was that bad. Apparently, when you have a daughter coming, and slightly unflattering pictures surface of the mother, the husband starts to worry. I tried to assure him that I'll make sure she carries a sign that reads, "I look this way because of my MOM'S GENES AND
Not because of my Dad's genes."
I guess it would be a bad time to tell him this wasn't actually my worst stage.
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That's great. I love that you two chose to have such different looks. Although you've told me before about how different you were growing up, here's the photographic proof!
If it makes you feel better I can show you pictures of all my awkward (man, even that word is awkward) phases (my whole life).
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