Some Friday's, nothing less than a Blue Sequin Suit, silver ukulele and gold boots will do.
I can relate to this picture.
I'm a ukulele player (a learner - it was a new years resolution to learn an instrument) and I
have had many a hairstyle similar to Tim's over the years thanks to some unfortunate perms.
Never owned gold cowboy boots though - something I hope to rectify.
So here's to Tiny Tim! We shall dub him the Earl of Freaky Friday
Heather knew Dawn wasn't right for Troy.
Her tight fishtail braid began to ache on her head as the photographer fumbled with his lens.
Why had Troy chosen Dawn to sit on his hip for the photo and not her?
Dawn easily attracted men with her strawberry blonde hair, petite frame, and kind nature,
but Heather knew her bond with Troy ran far deeper and stronger than his feelings for Dawn.
Troy had trusted Heather to put blonde tips in his perfect perm one lazy Saturday afternoon,
and she'd felt comfortable enough with him to explain why she never wore flip flops or sandals due to her slightly webbed feet.
One day, she would leave this town, and make something of her life to pay for the surgery
to have it corrected.
Heather decided to politely smile and get this over with.
She'd let Dawn have her battle victory today, but the war for Troy's heart was far from over.