So, this is Hilary and I.
I don’t really know what to say about it. But when I find things like this in my desk drawer I have to share them.
My grandparents took me to meet her and get her book signed when I was about 12 years old. Maybe I was 13 or 14. Or 11. Hm, maybe I was 10? I need to ask my mom. I really don’t know how old I was here. I don’t have much recollection of this day. She was here in my home town at one of the college Universities promoting her book I think.
I didn’t read her book. What 12 year old would read a book about raising a village? I still haven’t read it. Don’t tell her.
I love my hair. I think it’s quite comical that Hilary and I have similar hair. Big blonde hair. Oh, and my super straight bangs and flowered turtleneck.
Man I miss that turtleneck.
Her face sure does look nice on that pin that I’m wearing.
And no. I did not vote for her to be the next President of the United States.
But wouldn’t that have been funny!