With the record breaking lows last week, Summer is definitely over. And while I absolutely love Fall, I am ever wary of the coming Winter. You'd think I'd be used to it after living in Iowa on and off for the last twenty-seven years, but I'm still whiney about it every year.
When the girls were younger, this was typically the time of year we would take their Christmas pictures for the family. The days of putting the girls in velvet dresses and happily posing for holiday photos are definitely over.
From now on, this is as close as I'm going to get to the girls posing for seasonal photos. At least Stinky's not shoving that snowball in Coadster's face. I'll have to put this in with the Christmas letter where I tell the family all about the wonderful time we had at Stinky's birthday party this year. Or maybe I'll just simplify it and send a postcard to everyone that says,
We are still just as po' white trash as last year.
I am happily over wearing bangs, braces and argyle sweater vests. I'm also pretty sure you'll never see my sister with feathered hair again either. Hell, how's about I just breathe a huge sigh of relief that the early eighties are over too. Ahhhhh.
I know on my last blog I said I wasn't going to post anymore photos of me as an adult, but I think I was seventeen here, so I wasn't technically grown-up. Which is good, since I could have gone to prison for a long, long time had I been tried as an adult for wearing that sweater vest in public. Plus, I have such a short memory and the urgency of five days ago seems to have dissipated. So, as of right now, I'll still post photos of me as an adult if they are particularly funny and/or ridiculous and/or if I need to rely on one for a sight gag. As usual, these self-imposed rules are at the mercy of my whims.