Yes, that is, in fact, me. I obv sent it to Boyfriend who replied with:
“You still make that frown face.”
“For the record.”
What. Ever.
I always tell Boyfriend that I used to be on tv.
Now to explain: for those of you unfamiliar with early 90’s NY capital district tv programming – which, ironically enough, I am not familiar with any other programming aside from these commercials. My father made them. He needed kids. We were kids. We were in the commercials. My brother got lucky enough to hide under a sheet. Even though he kept poking his fingers through. But I didn’t even get to really wear the mask. Apparently I needed to be upset that the fat guy was eating all my candy. And since we weren’t allowed to trick or treat the whole concept was foreign to me anyway and that’s how you end up with the frown face seen here.
There was one day we had to ride the carousel at the mall for like four hours straight. I never rode that thing again after. And one day we had to go to Fort William Henry during the off season and apparently they keep dogs there to guard and we had to pay more attention to not step in dog crap than we could to whatever commercial we were supposed to be a part of. Thankfully I don’t think any of these have made it into circulation and I’m hoping those VHS’ are packed away under lock and key somewhere in my parent’s basement.
In summary, I’m not only a world famous blogger – with the overwhelming popularity of 13 followers, I am also 200-something hits on YouTube worth of awesome and I know you all are jealous. And in my defense – I had PANTS on that day. The socks would not have been visible if I had not had to tuck the pants up under the costume. The haircut we won’t talk about, I can't explain the sneakers and the teeth got fixed with a year and a half of braces.
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