Pamela Kramer

I was born 12 months and three days after my brother. I was an easy baby...I slept 6 to 8 hours at a time. Unfortunately my internal clock was mistakenly adjusted for a vampire and every hour I slept was in the daylight. My brother on the other hand was perfect. Seriously, the kid was born on his due date after my mom went into labor at 9am he arrived just at 5p.m....his first full day of work? I think he came out with a 401k and a briefcase. I was a week and a half late, arrived at 3 am and stayed up till dawn. The poor woman was so sleep deprived that my dad saw a pile of laundry in my crib and figured he'd investigate. I was hanging our in a laundry basket on top of the dryer. Fortunately the sun hadn't set so I was dozing peacefully. I was what people would call awkward. Taller than every one, shaped like Olive Oyl but with less curves and the best feature? Hair that looked like a brillo pad. I know that my big feet horned rimmed glasses and my braces rounded out the look ensuring that I would never be prom queen...or even go to one.