My birthday was terrific. My birthday was tremendous. My birthday was legen--
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--dary (see, I told you we'd been on a bit of a How I Met Your Mother kick lately.) Thank you all for your lovely birthday wishes, which I imagined you reciting personally and individually to me in dulcet tones while a harp played poetically in the background (hey, much better than scrolling through them on my iPhone.)
Today, however, I don't want to talk about my birthday. No, no, that will come tomorrow (oh, I know, you can hardly wait.) Today I want to talk about this picture.
Actually, on second thought, I find it very hard to talk about this picture, due in large part to the fact that I am SPEECHLESS when I look at it. Well, that's not true, I'm not entirely speechless, but I do find that I am only able to think in acronyms, those acronyms being OMG and also WTF.
That, my friends, is my husband at his senior prom in 1994. It is also a very compelling advertisement for why Sun-In should be banned from all suburban drugstores. Like, forever. And also retroactively. Someone get on that, please.
(Oh my god, there is also so much I want to say about the GREEN BOWTIE and the MULTIPLE HOOP EARRINGS and the BACHELOR-ESQUE BOUTONNIERE and the BANDANNA-ED FRIEND TO THE RIGHT. And also the undeniable truth that Sean's hair is sort of TRIANGLE-SHAPED. Did all boys look like this in 1994 and I just didn't realize it because I didn't know any boys? Also, how hilarious would it be to frame this on my desk at work and pretend it was one of our wedding photos?)