Round 2

Our landlord told us last week that we needed to evacuate again for a couple of days because they found more meth in our neighbor's apartment. We were thrilled to say the least (that was dripping with sarcasm, by the way.) This time we decided to stay with my grandparents who live in Springville. My grandparent's house has pictures of all the grandchildren up on their walls and I wanted to show Matt how cute I was when I was a little girl. So, I picked up a picture of me and my grandpa and was expecting to get a different reaction than what I got.

Megan: "This is me when I was about a 1 1/2 with my grandpa."
Matt: "Oh my gosh, why is your hair buzzed???!!!"
Megan: "It's not, I just didnt' have any hair yet. Thanks for pointing that out."

First strike.

Second strike came when I decided to show Matt a picture of me when I was in Jr. High.

Megan: "I want to show you something in this picture."
Matt: "Oh, you must have been in the multing stage* in this picture."
Megan: "That's not what I was going to show you, but thank you again for pointing that out."

And the third strike came when we were looking at a family picture that was taken probably 12 years ago. I can't blame him for laughing hysterically at our picture because let's face it, it was bad. Emily's got the claw bang that's at least 4 inches high, Mike looks like Cronk from the Emperor's New Groove, Jill has braces, I look like I have no idea what's going on, and Tim's wave looks like he's got about 4 bumpits** in there.


Matt and my kids are doomed. Between the budda baby and me with no hair, there's no chance for our kids.

*The multing stage is where your changing from looking like you're a little kid to a teenager. Your nose is the size of Texas and the rest of your face and body are disproportional. We all went through it, you can't deny it.

**Bump its are bad news for Utah. Go here and watch the commercial. You won't regret it.