Hey. So. I’m about to share something with you all that only few know about or have witnessed. A very select few, and the majority of them have lived in the same house as me since I or they were born.
You’re so curious right now, aren’t you?
I’m gonna make you wait just a minute more.
You see, middle- and high-school Laura was an exceptionally boy-crazed young woman, who had a job beginning at 16 and babysitting jobs before that so the funds to buy a ridiculous amount of those teeny-bopper magazines.
That situation led us to this:
Oh, but there’s more.
That magnificent work of art is still on the back of the door I occupied as a teenager, the one my youngest sister now occupies when she lives at home. She has yet to remove it because, well, it’s part of the house now. It’s too beautiful to touch. And it’s hilarious.
I think that’s BBMak?
Also R.I.P. Heath and Paul. Still hurts.
Anyway, it took me a long time to get the courage to share this part of my past with you, my friends and readers. So feel free to start laughing now.
On account of... 
Lol. I had a similar mural of women and girls on my bedroom door growing up.