My dad went through our home video cupboard today searching for his videos from work. Most of them are of the bridges he blew up. Yes, they are as cool as you think. During his search, he must have grabbed one that was mislabeled because the video he put in WAS NOT a bridge.
He popped in the video and I was sitting on the couch researching Transcendentalism for a paper, when suddenly the screen of the TV was all black and white. In the middle of the screen, there was movement in the white fuzziness. I looked at the screen immediately recognizing an ultrasound.
My dad smiled at the screen. He turned to me saying, "That's Sissy."
I looked from him to the screen realizing the picture was of my sister moving in my mother's womb. My eyes widened. "Why am I looking at my half developed sister in my mother's pregnant womb?" I asked.
He shrugged, and looked back at the ultrasound. He pointed to the date, "Aug 87, yep, that's Lizzy."
I went to Facebook and wrote on my sisters wall. "Um...dad just put your ultrasound video into the VCR...I just had to see you when you were half developed in Mom's womb...I'm scarred for life."
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