Paul and I are in Texas for the holidays.
I've forgotten just how home feels,
how much I love the wide open Texas plains,
and how wonderful homecooked meals smell.
I've been going through old pictures.
I found this little gem among them.
Yes, Santa brought me my first training bra.
My mother thought that surely I would wear it if Santa gave it to me.
Needless to say, she was wrong.
Also notice the Harry Potter wrapping paper and poster in the background.
Yep. Nerdbomber for life.