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December 2002
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I finally got a roll of film developed and the photos it contained span my entire life so far in the ATL. And because I'm trying to fight off the wicked beginnings of a killer headcold and because I haven't done it in a while, I'm treating you to a picture entry. But no wedding photos, not yet. I'm sure I'll get those developed sometime in early June. Speaking of June, this was taken at the little birthday party that T threw for my 26th. She made that cake and it tasted as good as it looked. We made our own pizzas and opened presents and it was perfect.
JM, Hallie, Court and Hannah. Look at how tan my ankles are. That's what weeks of unemployed sunbathing will get you, my friends.
I don't think I've ever seen anything sweeter. Don't be fooled by the blankets she's got, she's still Tego from the Block.
Patterson! The one, the only - Patterson Hood, lead singer of the Drive-By Truckers. I took this at the show that Chris, Al and I attended in July. I snuck my camera out of my purse and blindly shot. I caught him in a perfect screaming moment.
My dad's dog, CiCi. I told you that we bought them matching fleece jackets.
Okay, so I just said how I'd never seen anything sweeter, but this one is definitely the sweetest. I have the paper copy tucked into my work book, so every time I take an order I open to it. All I have to say about that, is at least she's not a cat.
The notify is exchanging holiday cards.
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