FMM - Now THAT'S a Throwback!

My childhood next-door neighbor shared a picture on Facebook yesterday of the two of us - one that I'd never seen before, which makes sense because it came from a box of slides (remember those?) that she inherited from her parents.  Peggy and I grew up together and even though she was two years older than me, we were always playing, everything from dolls to Barbies to swinging on our swing sets (my talking PJ doll suffered an unfortunate leg break doing a daredevil stunt from the top of Peggy's swing set); one of my favorite memories is of both of us dressing up in her school uniforms and knocking on our neighbor's doors, asking whoever answered if they could tell us apart, which is even funnier now that I see the height difference between us.  I wonder if I had caught up to her when we were doing that (I still think we could have fooled everyone had it not been for the height thing).  Here's the picture she posted:

I can tell by the hair style and missing tooth that I was five years old here, with Peggy being a mature seven years old.

Not only is the picture of us so cute (see, we looked like twins, right?), but it pretty much showcases who I was right from the early years.  Wearing a dress that my Grandmother probably made, with tights because I was fancy, holding not one but two baby dolls, purse slung across my shoulder, bracelet dangling on my wrist and to complete the ensemble, a brooch pinned to my dress.  And based on the fact that our dolls are still wearing bows in their hair plus Peggy's doll is wearing her socks and shoes, I'm thinking this might have been around Christmas, when we were given new dolls.  I love how happy we look here, clutching our new dolls - life was pretty good back then.

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Diane and I are zipping over to Houston today to do packet pick up and check out the expo for the race on Sunday - we figured it might be good to do the majority of the walking on Friday vs. Saturday so she will have fresher legs for her half marathon.  Of course when I say zipping to Houston, I really mean this:

Sadly this is the truth.

Any case, I'm sure we'll have fun, even if we are sitting in traffic.  But we'll have more fun perusing everything at the expo; I need to replace some of my old Sweaty Bands that have finally given up the ghost, and I'm hoping to find a deal on my beloved Balega socks so I guess you could say I have some goals for the Houston marathon/half marathon, even without actually running it.

Have a great weekend!