The Dumb Things We Do In The Middle of the Night

I may never sleep again. Thank goodness I have the internet, especially sites like this.

My yearbook photo in 1988, supposedly:


Yeow! Hands off, fellas, I'm married. Actually my style at the time was a little more like this:


1974, which actually does look a little like my mom at that time:


Can't forget 1952, baby. According to this it's lucky I didn't come of age in the 50s: