Separated at Birth: Part Deux
It was brought to my attention by my "good friend" Eddie Mullin that during the most intense part of my awkward stage, I not only vageuly resembled Macauley Culkin (my sister's friend once told me to "get out of here with my Macauley Culkin-looking-ass.") but apparently also blatantly resembled another child star.
You be the judge:
Me at the San Francisco airport after my first flight. I am wearing an outfit from Gap kids, a bowler by Limited Too, and a cat brooch that is far too awesome to be sold in stores.
Compare that photo to the following photo of Danny Pintauro, precocious child actor on the popular show, "Who's The Boss?"
Can't wait to see who I end up looking like when I'm old. Oh, wait:
Yeah, that doll helped ease the pain of having only 4 teeth in my head. Plus, it fostered my love for Colonial Williamsburg, which hasn't subsided to this very day.
Is your Dad Ray Romano?
Via email from Kate Strickland:
I would just like to say for the record that Kirsten Larson should
have renewed your interest in PIONEERS and MINNESOTA. Perhaps also
Native Americans, fun Scandanavian accents and log room schoolhouses.
The Colonial Williamsburg which you refer to, is of course connected
to FELICITY MERRIMAN, who came complete with horse Penny and much
cooler hats.
I rest my case.
And you call yourself an American Girl. Ha.
She's totally right. I'm a terrible American and a terrible girl. But we knew that already.
which american girl will renew my interest in hemorrhaging foreign wars?
Where did you steal all those photos from? No wonder my stash of Nora's life is getting smaller with each one of your visits.