Where is Heidi?

Must be on Holiday.

:)

:hi:

Like, about four days ago.

BWAHAHAHA!

;)

:P

And if not, I am now. :hi: gf!

:hi: :hug: :loveya:

I needed that this morning. Right backatcha! :hug: :loveya:

I just found her......

She's in WCGreen's photo thread....

I'm glad to hear she is around. I'll check out the rumor.

;)

;)

Do you mean she posted, and then left?

I suspect that's what she did.....

:shrug:

"What on earth possessed my mother to dress me in clown shorts when I was seven years old?"

There is nothing wrong with those shorts.

Now, I have three pictures of you.

PS: I'm not a pervert. ;)

then you've missed a couple and do not have the complete, unabridged collection of "Heidi Photos Posted on DU." They'll be collectors' items, I tell ya.

:loveya: Floog.

:(

She was, and is, a real doll. :hug:

But what the hell does she know about Prima Donna Bananas?

;)

Here's the rest of the picture:

"Ha ha ha, look! We are really pissing Mom off by holding these cats when she told us not to!"

Little brats.

;)

It took us a while after adoption to acquire social skills. :rofl:

dintcha? :rofl:

I think I saved it, too.

It perplexes me, which is good.

;)

And who cares what your mom dressed you in?

You are adorable...and that red hair!

And why am I not surprised that you're holding a cat?

:loveya: :hug: :pals:

Hi, Peggy . . . ( :loveya: ) That photo was taken in the magical summer of 1970, when my dad was stationed in Kentucky with the Army. I had just been adopted by my parents the year before, and my mom was very concerned about parenting issues, like which clown shorts to choose for me, and keeping me free of worms and stuff. Anyway, in Kentucky, there was no housing left on base for military families, so we had to live in a run-down trailer, which was home to a nest of feral kittens and had an open septic tank about 100 yards behind the trailer. I was forbidden to touch the kittens ("They might have worms!") or go anywhere near the open septic tank ("It's chockful of bacteria! Don't even BREATHE near it.")

Anyway, every time my mom's back was turned, I was playing with those feral kittens. This photo represents the one time I was caught. Immediately after Mom snapped the photo, she said, "Now go wash your hands! Did you kiss it? Brush your teeth, too!"

:rofl:

I didn't know you were adopted...Like it matters!

I can well imagine that your mom had parenting issues...were you her first child? She was no doubt working as hard as she could to bring you up right...

Looks like she did all right...clown shorts and all...to my eyes, anyhow...

Blessings on her...and on you, gf....:hug: :loveya:

I'm the oldest, and my sister is 11 months younger than me. That summer, my mom got pregnant with my baby brother. In that respect, it was a wonderful summer, and my lil bro is one of the lights of my life. :)

the latest in fine 1950`s boys clothing

we allow The Wiley and Excellent Boy Cat Named Ginger to choose his _own_ apparel. :hi: