Since apparently I am of such great interest as to inspire an entire post that will forever link Anne Hathaway and myself, I figured why not write an another post by myself about myself?
While clearing out the attic, my mom stumbled upon a rather bizarre artifact from my childhood. Apparently, I went through a very brief scrapbooking phase, resulting in a yellowed photo album with about 13 random pictures from my 7th and 8th grade years. Also, there was a postcard of Gary Carter, which I labeled as “Greatest Catcher in Mets HISTORY”. Naturally, my mom presented this to my wife during a recent visit and much ridicule has abounded.
Among the photos was this gem, a class picture from my 7th grade homeroom. Bonus points to whomever correctly identifies a young Kazzy first.
What skeletons are hiding in your closet… or mom’s attic?