Dear This Year; Love, Last Year

(The gift of good humour is enclosed.)

First, last year’s post, which includes the following paragraph:

“…Some people are born to be accountants and some people CAN do it but prefer not to and some people can learn just enough to get by. Now I know how to use Excel and it seems a shame not to use that skill. I can see how some people would think that way about childbearing. You’ve got the skill, you’ve got the knowledge, you’ve got the crap in your storage locker already. What’s the big deal?”

Second, one photo from March, 2007. I miss the angles in my face. My face looks like a moon pie right now. But at least my baby mole turned into a real kid, eventually.