In a discussion about puppies this week, I mentioned I had a basset hound puppy when I was a kid. His name was Speedy. He was fabulous. I set about trying to find photos I know exist of this dog.
Much to the despair of my sister and I, my mother scanned and uploaded on her website all of our family photos. And when I say all, I mean, every.single.one. I remembered Speedy was a Christmas gift, so I went looking through the old Christmas photos. I couldn’t find any pics of the dog, but what I did find is a little disturbing.
Apparently, my sister and I spent time in a refugee camp before being brought to this home with shag carpet to open gifts.
My mother obviously felt no need to pretty us up before the holiday photos. My sister looks like she went to a kegger with the Kappa Alpha fraternity on Christmas Eve.
This year was apparently a very spiritual one: I'm holding a Bible AND a precious moment poster. We were loving some Jesus right then. Of course, the mullets were an unfortunate hair choice.
At least I found what was obviously the best Christmas ever! How much do you love the matching jogging suits and haircuts?! We.were.fabulous.