As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
That's Life
I'm a dancer. My niece Bethany works in magazines. But my mother did both. At the same time. With both hands stuck inside a cardboard box. (that's her on the right, her high school friend Delores on the left.)
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