{"id":244,"date":"2012-07-18T19:29:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-18T15:29:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ladyslittleloves.com\/2012\/07\/picture-day-k-12.html"},"modified":"2012-07-18T19:29:00","modified_gmt":"2012-07-18T15:29:00","slug":"picture-day-k-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithlady.com\/2012\/07\/picture-day-k-12.html","title":{"rendered":"Picture Day…K-12"},"content":{"rendered":"
Third grade began the dreaded picture day with a cold sore. I was prone to cold sores as a child. And without a doubt, I seemed to always get one at “important” times in my life, such as picture day. My mom tried everything she could to help me cover it up, but I will always be tortured by those dreadful beasts.<\/p>\n
Is that a jean shirt?<\/p>\n
OoO, fifth grade. The year of the braces and no smile. Oh, and showing off the band instrument in the school pic. Cool kid alert!<\/p>\n
Sixth grade. \u00a0And yet again, another cold sore. Can you tell I was into “jean” everything? Those are jean overalls I am wearing, with a jean vest over them. Oh, and smiley faces were big this year too.<\/span><\/p>\n Sick.<\/p>\n Oh, hello seventh grade, no braces, big hoop earings and the cool-sexy head tilt.<\/p>\n Eight grade was the\u00a0introduction\u00a0of the eye liner. And something my parents liked to call “The Unit.” I was so obsessive about my bangs… each piece perfectly curled and doused with about a can of hairspray each time, that when the wind would blow, the whole “unit” would blow back up against my head.<\/p>\n Who knew my parents were making fun of me behind my back??<\/p>\n Jerks.<\/p>\n