I have some photos from my trip back to Michigan, and I'm certain you're on the edge of your seat, there.
And by the way, when I'm on Facebook and I see someone's friend using the wrong "your," would it be okay if I just left a comment saying "YOU'RE!"? Or would that be obnoxious?
Let's stop pondering that moral quandary and stampede to my photographs, shall we?
Here is a recent picture of my Uncle Jim and me. They say you regress when you go home.
Okay, I'm like four, which would make my–let's admit it, really hot–Uncle Jim about 14. And what a twinkle toes I already was. Get me out on that dance floor! White much?
Anyway, the pictures I'm about to show you are all LEADING UP to the Halloween party, because my camera went dead just as soon as I got into my Mom costume. But fret not, because I dashed out and got a disposable camera, and am waiting for the pictures to get developed. Because apparently it's 1997.
Since all of you seemed to enjoy my Uncle Leo stories, here is a photo of my shiny forehead and my uncle. We tried three times, and each time he had a goofy expression. I do not know what to tell you. Uncle Leo would assure you he's cuter than this.
Here's the reason I have an Uncle Leo. No, these aren't his parents. That's my Aunt Kathy, who has a holiday sweater for every occasion, or perhaps this is an "I need an exterminator" sweater. Anyway, she married my Uncle Leo, then she divorced my Uncle Leo, then she married my Uncle Bill, who is a real trooper about the part where we kept Uncle Leo in the divorce. They are all friends. It is all very modern. We are so sophisticated. Smell us.
Returning to the relatively normal people in my family, here is my Uncle Jim's grandson, Devon, and my mother's dog. I love how Gus is grinning up at Devon. Or preparing to eat his throat out. Whichever.
We had no issue whatsoever finding the appropriate wigs. Mom was insulted that I got a man's wig to be her. I am insulted that I have an ax wound in the middle of my forehead, but what are you gonna do? Nice wrinkle. I'll be pouring salt in it later and serving crudities. Bring your appetite!
Naturally we had to put on our wigs and stampede over to Hulk's house, where he promptly put on the June wig. Look, I have an orb again, on my abdomen. I'm doomed. Also? Hulk could not look more like Sammy Hagar. And I could not look more like Jamie Lee Curtis. With an orb.
Annnnd scene. This is right about when the camera died. So you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see that actual Halloween partayy.
I was glad to get home and see my feline- and canine-Americans. When I was gone, Manly Marvin put in a new sink and got a little basket for the bathroom floor, and he decided we could store toilet paper in said basket.