I was terribly jealous, watching my Father gaze at his brand new 19 inch flat screen monitor. Nevertheless, me and my sister gathered round to check out the awesomeness of this monitor. My Dad was going through some of the photos that was on his hard-drive. He is also quite the photographer. Another thing I'm jealous of.
You know those horribly embaressing photos of when you were little that you wish you could burn? Yeah, there's a collection on my Dad's computer.. How I wish I could just delete a good chunk of what's there. Hehe. But ah well.
There were so many photos, some of people I could vaguely remember, photos of people that were long before my time. Photos even of when my brother was a cute little toddler, and photos of when my older (now married) half-brothers were even younger than I am now.
I spotted a photo of an especially beautiful lady, and asked my Dad, "whose Jenny?"
He clicked the photo and it sprang up on the excellent new monitor promptly. "She's about eleven here,