It wasn’t to call her friends.
It wasn’t to keep in touch with us when she’s out and needs us to pick her up or to let us know her plans.
It wasn’t for safety or convenience.
It was for texting and….
(when I saw this picture in her cell gallery, it was confirmed she was NOT switched at birth…the compulsion to take pictures of our own feet is totally genetic).
And for the record, today is her birthday…and I’m working on Trifecta – Part three…in between baking and icing her cake, cleaning the house, a thousand loads of laundry….
Wait, that’s my car!
Happy Birthday! (forgot in the first comment.) Hope the cake is yummy.
Hello my dear, darling, lovely, Robin!!!! I’ve missed you!
And Happy Birthday to your (not-so) little girl. Those shoes! OUCH!
Cute. Nice shoes.
Those are pretty nifty shoes – but do look uncomfy. Very pointy.
Do you just sit and laugh some days at how similar your children are to yourself?
Camera crazy girl with outrageous shoes! You’re raising her right!!
happy late birthday!!
Nikki, it gets good gas mileage, eh?
Susan, WELCOME BACK SISTAH!!! It’s about time for the swim season to be over!
Min, I knew you’d likey ;).
Thanks Claudia :).
Get her out of that car with BOZO. NOooooooooooo clowns! *LOL*