The house is a disaster. My mom's packing, going through boxes left over from when my dad moved from Schreiber, and I'm moving out today. (Or at least moving the biggest stuff, thanks to Paul!!!)
Last night we found a big box full of photographs -- most of which I haven't seen since I was small, spanning some of the best years of the 80s, and featuring an alarming amount of camel toes.
me, my mom, brad, my dad and hector, the overachieving brother we keep stowed away in the attic.
Obviously someone wanted to take a nice family photo, but I just won't settle the fuck down long enough to let anyone take it. My mom is looking away in disgust, while my grandma tries desperately to hold me down from my exorcistic seizure.
and for chrissakes, sarah, close your legs. this isn't mardi gras.
Part Two of the Cutest Set of Photographs In the World. MATCHING BATHING SUITS. THAT IS ADORABLE.
note the look of fear on my dad's face. don't let that casual arm over my mom's shoulder fool you. he is ready to grab that goddamn camera should i stumble or get distracted by a butterfly fluttering passed. this was totally taken by a five year old.
Ah, 1992.
Neon clothing.
One piece overall short suits.
hitchin' your shorts half way to your armpits.
Mullets.
Sunny summer days.
Massive camel toes.
(me and mellers at old fort william.)
She looks exactly like Melissa here. If I ever need to be reminded of exactly what my Grandma was like, I just need to look at this picture.
Labels: Suitcase of Memories
4 Comments:
It was sweet of you to name the bat after him.
moving the biggest stuff today, and not asking for my help, i dont know how to take that...lol... im sure my back thanks you..lol
You're right, you look more like yer mama.
Obviously someone wanted to take a nice family photo, but I just won't settle the fuck down long enough to let anyone take it.
If ever there were a case for Ritalin.... :)
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