The 7th grade picture and a little more

So last night we went out to celebrate my friend Kat's birthday and during the course of the evening, we ended up at the Pickle for some margaritas (for them, not me--those things are lethal) and my friend Cindy reminded me that I have not yet posted my "bad hair" picture from 7th grade that I promised would be the first post I made after returning to Houston. That was Robin's Fun Monday theme like two months ago, so I am sadly behind the times.
Scanning in said picture was nightmarish, mostly because the printer/scanner is located below the desk part of the desk and I have to crawl around on the ground to scan things. This is getting less and less feasible as I expand more and more.
So here you have my 7th grade yearbook picture. I feel like my posture (absolute lack thereof) tells the whole story. I'm somewhat trying to conceal some serious braces. Totally slouchy and I have my turtleneck thingy buttoned all the way up to the top. I feel strangled just looking at this picture! What you can't see is that I have the sleeves on this long-sleeve shirt pushed WAY up above my elbows. What the heck? Fortunately we grow out of all that. . .Jeez, look at those eyebrows! It's no wonder that I spend time daily fighting for my forehead's right to exist. ..
Next up is a pic of my self pedicure from yesterday. No, my feet are not normally this fat and sausage-like but I am seriously swollen at this point. Check out my complete lack of ankles.
Thank goodness for the yoga and flexible hips and hormones that makes things all loosy-goosy. As I was discussing with MamaDrama Stephanie on the phone (yes, I totally love living in Houston now where the Mamas are a phone call away!), getting the paint to the toes involved some serious contortions on the bathroom floor sin ropa since the waistband of everything I own right now was just too restrictive to allow for the feats of maneuvering necessary to reach my toes. Not bad, I think.
I am too worried about Paula-Abdul-thumb-itis to go to a salon for a mani or pedi so I'm left to my own devices.
Anyway, that's all I've got for today. We woke up late. I was horribly swollen. We puttered for a few minutes and then my DH asked if we were planning to go to church or what. I rolled off the couch to look at the clock and church had started 20 minutes ago. Sigh. I don't think any shoes I own would have fit this morning anyway, and while I'm sure God doesn't mind if I'm barefoot and pregnant in church, I would have some issues with that. Next week: no delicious salty food the night before church where I need to wear shoes.
I'm heading off to elevate the feet (and hands and just about everything else).
I can't believe I am really going to post this picture of my cankles. That's worse than the 7th grade yearbook picture, seriously.