Well, I think enough time has passed with this blog that I should really dig deeper into my life- get even more personal. That's right, faithful readers, shit's about to get real. I don't think I could live with myself if I let this blog go any farther without paying tribute to three phenomenal characters that have shaped me in my upbringing. No, I'm not talking about my Mom, Dad, and Maia. They're important too. But I'm talking about three, almost identical, almost interchangeable, but truly individual and unique beings: My Fringies.
I think I should use pictures to illustrate:
Fringy 1:
Fringy 2:
Fringy 3:
The Fringies Snuggling:
They like to hang out by the window:
And in the most heartfelt photo of them all---I'm holding them up, clutching them to my breast for photobooth:
There used to be four fringies, but but one of them broke a washing machine so my Dad got mad and threw it away. I didn't take them to college, but we enjoy our visits when I come home. These babies have seen it all- though not as much as Rebecca's Nanas...
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