On the eve of my, COUGH COUGH, 38th birthday, let's look back at 27, while it's still technically ten years ago.
Twenty seven, was a big year for me. Mainly to note, I was engaged one month after this picture was taken.
And since Paul thought I was swell enough to marry, he must not have minded the short hair, which now he seems to despise.
But I gots to say, what's the only OBVIOUS thing to say.
HOLY SHORT HAIR.
And what do you suppose I will think when at 47 I look back at 37?
I'm kicking my feet all the way to 40, but I've decided I should just enjoy it.
I will own 38.