Was feeling lazy tonight so I ordered pizza for dinner. Big mistake. The delivery driver took one look at me, dropped the pizza and ran (even though I did call after him saying that I was perfectly safe and was willing to pay). *shrugs* Got a free pie out of it at any rate. ;/

I didn't have a very good time in high school as you might imagine and this clipping from one of my yearbooks explains why. I was voted "Most likely to live in a zoo." in that year.

I was a spitfire when I was younger. I remember one time I, shall we say, used one of the walls of our house as a canvas. Boy, was I sore from the cuffing mama and papabear gave me!

Here's a little tchotchke from a prior convention I attended. It had a "50s Diner" theme so us patron level (we'd paid way more than the normal registration fee and thus were entitled to a few extra benefits) attendees were entitled to a "50s Diner coffee mug".

Here's another snap of me as a cub. I was a real spitfire back then, forever running and challenging my mamabear to catch me-which she often did. On that note, my mamabear always joked that because she had me she had no need for a gym membership to keep in shape. :D