My tongue

My tongue occasionally likes to have it's moment of attention. It technically is part of my face, just a silent one. So sometimes it sneaks out, just to have it's own fun. I have known this for some years, but evidently it manifested itself earlier than I originally thought.

My tongue through the years. (Some appearances are on purpose and some were caught during those wonderful moments of concentration - or drinking?)

This one was my personality. For. Sure.


My dad probably coaxed this out of us after that one^

This is one from concentration. I think I was really trying to get to the other side of the pool. Which was hard, given all my flotation aids.

There is a large gap in pictures (I have many yet to scan). This one was concentrating on mocking the two young women in front of me. Don't make of me - I know it's not a flattering picture.

This was personality. Again. My dad wanted to show how tall the tomato plants were. I am 5'1".


This is the drinking one. This was is as fresh and healthy as nature provides outside of springs. It was fresh rainfall above the tree line - thus no critturs was poopin' in it. (I have the purple bandanna on my head.)

This is to prove that I am not alone in the use of my tongue in pictures. That is my goofy father behind me.

This is to show that Daniel and I truly are kindred spirits.
I hop you enjoyed the history of my tongue, by photograph. So if you see me stick it out, it's just my tongue letting you know it has personality too.