In an attempt to make myself feel a little better and ease the sting of another candle on the cake, I'm bringing up an oldie. An embarrassing oldie that was taken from the prime awkward years. Drawn straight from my softball and basketball, rocking way too short hair, snake catching years (his name was Slim Shady, duh) here it is. Feast. Your. Eyes. I'm not sure a birthday was quite as happy as this one. And honestly, I'm fine with that. Nothing, NOTHING, will compare to how great furbies were.