feeling kinda

thanks, mr. peabody...

i think this qualifies as embarassing, no? my dad took a whole series of pictures of me, my brother and my sister one year; he set up the whole in-home sears picture studio and had us pose for hours. apparently, not as much thought was given to outfits. or, that's just the price you pay for living in the early 70s. the unfortunate thing is the prints have yellowed over the years (or maybe they were always that way, i don't remember), so we all look vaguely jaundiced. and i couldn't tell you what invisible point i'm staring off at so dopily.

eek!