I did find the picture, but by the time I found it, I was no longer in the mood to finish my previous post. I'll save it for later.
I was just so apalled by the sheer number of really bad photos that I've been holding on to for decades. I'm talking about photos that are so dark that you can only make out vague shapes, no faces. And photos I took at one of those drive-thru wild animal parks. Uh, did I get a picture of a kid with an animal. No just animals out the car window. Not even good pictures of the animals. Really, really boring stuff.
I did come across some photos that I had stashed to pull out sometime in the future to maybe make a funny birthday card for someone. And one of me that Carey took as a joke, that I used to fear anyone seeing.
But here's the crazy thing. I don't think it's all that embarrassing now. I mean, I'm not thrilled that there is a photo of me biting my nails, mind you. Uh...toenails that is. I think I did it on a dare. But good grief! Was I ever that limber? Why, yes I was. And thirty years later, I still have photographic proof.