I was in the juvenile biography section of our little country library today and I spotted it. Wedged right between George Washington Carver: The Peanut Scientist and The Story of Edith Cavell was The Shaun Cassidy Scrapbook.
I used to love Shaun Cassidy back in the day - with "the day" being some point in 1978. I had a poster of him hanging above my bedside table and I used to stare into his dreamy eyes while humming Da Do Ron Ron.
Yeah...my heart stood still...
And if Dan appreciates the way I kiss, well I guess he's got Mr. Cassidy to thank for it.
But lets fast forward 32 years...32 years?!
I think it's time for my little country library to retire the Shaun Cassidy Scrapbook. For heaven's sake, we can even retire The New Kids on the Block Scrapbook.
After all, we need to make way for Justin Bieber's book.
And I hate to tell all those little girls kissing Justin Bieber's poster right now that in 32 years he's going to look a lot like this:
Where did that sweet little baby face go? For that matter...where did my sweet little baby face go??
Note - the photo was taken from Shaun Cassidy's Facebook page. Yes, Shaun Cassidy has a Facebook page and no, I did not press "Like". Somethings just need to stay in the past.