Not the best day evah  – oh, certainly not the worst, by any stretch of the imagination – just a few momentary bumps in the road. Three, to be precise, each starting with “Dear [Amy’s agent]” . But I’m telling you, nothing cheered me up more than this. I dare you not to laugh.
I’m all for a Catholic Blogger Senior Portrait Contest, myself. I don’t have a stand-alone copy, but I know my yearbooks are downstairs somewhere, and it would be too simple to scan – with no mullets in sight – just a very sincere Olympic champion.
(And if the mood doesn’t lift, I just watch this.  Over and over…
Ça Va?
Bien, maintenant! )