And no, the one on the right is not a young Harpo Marx, though it may be his doppelganger. In truth (and in apology for that crack) it is my granddaughter Christy. She is now a young woman of 30-something who combines two seemingly disparate careers: state prison corrections officer and very talented tattoo artist. On second thought, the two may not be so much unrelated.
I suppose I could also apologize for that puka shell necklace I'm wearing.
But I won't.
Happy (real) Thursday!
The necklace is cool..Well I'll bet your granddaughter liked it.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure but I liked it.
DeleteShe looks like she was a fun little kid.
ReplyDeleteShe still is. Well, fun, anyway.
DeleteCute picture. Love the Hawaiian shirts, and I forgive you for the puka shell necklace. I have one in my top drawer,
ReplyDeleteBravo!
DeletePuka shell necklace?! Makes me think the Old Taylor may even have had a disco phase!
ReplyDeleteBack in the day when I was a quasi-useful member of society, I wore that exact same red shirt on Friday often, a tradition I started at the medical center.
ReplyDeleteExcellent choice! (I trust you did not include the puka shells, though.)
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