In the process of helping me search through old photo albums for a bike photo for yesterday’s post, Corinne stumbled on this.
It’s tough to know where to begin mocking this fantastically awkward cry for help. Mom’s perm? DAD’s perm? Christine’s dress that somehow springs from two disparate worlds – Holly Hobby and Princess Bride – and doesn’t fit into either of them? And why is Mom holding a cat who, to his credit, is frantically looking for a way out of this photo?
Yes, it’s tough to know where to begin mocking this, but there’s no question where to end. Yes, that’s me holding my pet boa constrictor. Feather.
Let the mockery begin.