Sunday, January 08, 2006
Exhibit A: my brothers. Observe Cameron's abject horror at Calder's glaze-eyed avarice. Such is the magic of Christmas!
Exhibit B: Mom, Calder, and myself. Looks like someone spiked the egg-nog. Rum? Truth serum? Dishwashing liquid? Only our carpet knows for sure. (Sadly enough, we're dead sober.)
This photo was taken mere hours before both Kay and yours-truly hugged so vigorously that the friction set my polyester dress on fire. Miraculously, my body hair emerged unscathed.
Armed with deadly style, Kay surveys a ballroom of potential victims. The police report would later describe how several dozen students "withered and imploded upon realizing that they were no longer the coolest person in the room."
Larkin explains to passers-by that her breasts, while suspiciously pert and alluring, are indeed natural.
There are some things I can't explain. This is not one of them.
Nor is this.
FIN
