I'm terribly sorry, readers. I don't have any pictures of 1991. I just looked through the album and really...I've got nothing. There are only three pictures there and none of them are blog-worthy. It's possible that my mom has some; if I find some at her house, maybe we'll revisit 1991 next Friday.
As for what I did in '91, there were a few events:
I turned 16.
I got my first job; I worked for an ENT.
I had a boyfriend.
I got a car; a sweet, 1991 Ford Escort.
It seems like I should have some pictures to prove all of that. Sadly, no. This week, you're just going to have to take my word for it.
Once again, I offer my deepest apologies.