Speaking Of Masks…

Hey! Here are three pics of me sleeping. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.Bow Tie o’ the Day across my eyes is one of the larger bow ties I have in my collection, which allows it to function perfectly as a sleep mask. Ain’t no light gettin’ through my sleeping eyelids while I’m wearing this.

I didn’t realize I used to sleep in a laundry basket. We must have been poorer than I thought.😉 You can see I’m having my fave early-kidhood snack: I’m suckin’ my thumb, while clutching my blanket. What a life o’ luxury I lived, even then!

The photo of me sleeping in the bassinette is proof of the one and only time I’ve slept with no worry written across my forehead.

Siblings? What Siblings?

I was born an only child, with four siblings. My oldest sibling (Mercedes/BT) is 15 years older than me. My Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless is 13 years older. I have no recollection of them even living at home when I was a child. By the time I was beyond my toddlerhood and into a full-blown childhood, Ron and Rob, who are 10 and 6 years older than yours truly, were teenagers—which means they were never home. And then they were out building their own adult lives. I was home alone, sibling-wise, for most of my growing up. My nature is that of a lone wolf, so having the run of the house to myself suited me just fine. It was as if my parents had their family, and then I sort of wandered in from the Pre-existence and made myself at home.

Bow Tie o’ the Day in these pictures is the bow tied on my hoodie. Note my cork gun is present in one pic, so there’s no question of my paternity. The pup you see there is the family dog, whose name was actually Dumb Dumb—which is weird because the word “dumb” was kind of a swear word in our house. You could not call anyone “dumb.” No matter how dumb they were.😉