Proud of MeMature

The days before Family Week were a frenzy - at least, for me. I was busy packing up all my favorite outfits, determined that I would wear fashionable clothes so Idina would be proud of me.

I remember alot of the clothes I packed - dark wash skinny jeans, a lacy maroon top, white-and-black plaid pajama pants - lots of my favorite clothes. I took all my bobby pins, determined that I would wear an elaborate hairstyle every day so that Idina would be proud to introduce me to her friends. Soon enough, I was ready.

I wanted Idina to be proud of me.

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