Recently, I was digging through my annoying picture boxes to show you something or other. And does anyone remember when I spent a weekend taking all my photos out of their albums and putting them in boxes to save space? And it took forever and I thought I was so brilliant?
Guess what. Having your pictures in boxes is #$&*$ annoying. Yes, it is pound dollar and star dollar annoying.
With my albums, I knew the blue Holly Hobbie one would have that shot of me being inappropriate with the Santa statue in 1990, and the plaid preppy album would have that shot of me being inappropriate with the cow statue in 1981. Now I can't find anything.
But the not being able to find anything thing did lead me to the following discovery. I have many photos of people balancing spoons on their noses.
Here's me and a blemish doing it in the late '90s, when it was cool to wear those teensy barrettes. Also, had I been flashing people for beads? Why was my SHIRT so open? Actually it was a pajama top. We were at a restaurant for their pajama night.
It's genetic. Here is mom doing it at some point long ago, when Bill Knapp's was still open. Mom said, "Let's get my big glasses and go!" Really. It was probably at least 15 years ago. I look at that guy in the back in the teal and white polo and I think he is probably dead by now, and I wonder if his family would like to see this stupid picture of him at Bill Knapp's, throwing down like we were.
Because I'm cheerful that way. Bill Knapp's was this family restaurant in the Midwest that was delicious. I have liked it since I was a kid, and my whole life I have been the only person under 89 in the place.
Oh, look, here's mom again. She has smallened her spectacles, yet continued to be a spectacle.
I am pleased to report I have had some influence on my niece, Emma. She is 12 now and probably too cool to balance the spoon. Note she and I are sporting the same hairdo in this picture and my last one.
Anyway, I am just saying to you I sense a theme. June and her spoons.