So one of my tasks this week while dogsitting at Home has been to scan in as many of the pictures in my grandmother's collection of photos as possible. Being the vain person I am, of course I am mostly concerned with those photos featuring yours truly. And the conclusion I've come to is that, barring a short stint from about 1-3, I was a very unattractive child. Granted, it was the 70's, so some excuse could be made for the clothes and the hairstyle. But really, there's not much that could have been done about the gap-toothed grin and the glasses I started wearing by the time I turned four. It sure is a good thing I had the family I did, or my childhood would have been a very different story.