Today would have been Jamee's 42nd birthday. Because this blog is a tribute to my very much missed and very much loved sister, Jamee, this post is for her.
It really is a pipe...it's okay, it was the 60s. The harlequin pants are the real tragedy here.
Yes yes, I could touch my toes. Jamee was the real gymnast in the family, she just didn't know it yet. A lot of you may not realize we have a younger sister (Antoinette). Jamee and I both carried her around like a doll when she was little.
As I pulled up these photos to scan, I realize this: It isn't my fault. Apparently the gift of being a retard in front of the camera is just part of my genetic makeup. I feel better about it tonight, I hadn't realized it until now.
One of my favorites, Dad and Jamee together.