Since I didn't have anything to write about, I thought I would let you all know a funny little story from my childhood. For those of you who don't know, which is probably no one, I am number 11 of 13 kids. Ok, so one time we were over at my Aunt Irene's house for who knows what. She has 11 kids, i think, so a ton of kids, anyway. I had wandered out to the front yard. I remember playing on her cool green steps. The neighbor, who didn't recognize who I was, and thought it was strange that a 2 year old was out playing near the road, called the police. They came by and picked me up. I cried a little, at first. They gave me a piece of candy. I cried a lot more after that. You see, I clearly remember thinking that if I cry, they give me candy. I wasn't scared, but it seemed like I was at the police station for a long time. Meanwhile, back at the house, my mom had come to look for me. I was potty training, and she thought I might need to go. After exhausting all the usual hiding places and games, she went outside, to the front yard, and she was met by a police man who asked all judgingly, "Are you looking for something?" So things turned out ok. I wish i had my scanner working, but I will post the topless picture, since it is the only one I have of me when i was little.