Dec. 6, 2014.
That was the day that the first photos of anyone I was biologically related to popped up in my Inbox. OK, so that’s not counting the Google + photo of the person who emailed me with said photos in the first place.
One of the first photographs I ever saw of my birth mother featured her smiling jauntily into the camera. Yet, oddly enough, it wasn’t the similar eyes or facial structure that initially knocked me backwards. It was the tee shirt she was wearing in that photograph.
You know, if I hadn’t just found my birthmother quite recently, I would have spent this afternoon asking Dame Edna some tough questions regarding whether she recalled having spent quality sexy time with a gentleman caller (or two) in the greater Phoenix area several decades ago……
(Don’t make me don some super loud eyewear for the sole purpose of forcing you to acknowledge the UNCANNY resemblance, mmmmkay?