Don't get excited.
I am just throwing a quick post up to get my NaBloPoMo credits.
I will be back later with the actual post but, there is a good chance that it might be past the magic hour since guess who's going to see Ween tonight?
That would be me.
I really thought my husband was going to take one of the brothers but ... well, no.
So, in case I don't make it back in time, rest assured that I will post a picture to avenge my pride so mortally wounded in last week's smackdown. Let's just say the ol' kitchen table wasn't the only bountiful thing at mom's house this Thanksgiving.
MuuuuuAaaaaaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa!
In the mean time, enjoy some Ween.
*******UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE!*******
Ok, so I'm back.
Ween was a very fun time. I'm glad I got to go.
And! They played Voodoo Lady and The Mollusk!
Woot!
Ok. Back to the business at hand.
I see my sister has pulled out all the stops for the end of the Smackdown.
As will I.
It was so hard to choose this time. What would be a proper culmination of
The Ugly Sister Saturday Smackdown?
Well, a chronology of sorts would seem to fit the bill for this.
So,to start off, since you already have shared in one of my religious sacrements, you may as well get to share in another.
First Communion
Who is that person to the left? I don't know. Not Amy. Definitely not Amy.
And next we have a little photo of us on vacation.
I would probably be about nine in that photo. Similar time period as the photobooth pictures on my sister's blog.
Next we move on to the night of my little league dinner. Look at the sisterly love!
It looks as though I still have the same plastic frame glasses as the last picture. And if they aren't the same as those, perhaps they are the same ones I am wearing in this photo.
My big sister's graduation day.
Oh my. The hair, the hair, the hair.
Had enough yet? No?
Good.
Because I wouldn't want you to miss coming along to the airport when we bid my big sister Au revoir and send her off to Europe.
And that, my friends, is a wrap. But, like my sister said, rather than scaring you away from talking to us anymore, these photos should serve as proof that even the ... oddest ... among us can turn out ok. Yes, there is hope. For you, and you, and, yes, even you.
And here is one last photo to prove it.
Or ... not.
Thank you! Thank you! And thank you sister for a fun little exercise and an easy Saturday topic during this most grueling of months.
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8 comments:
Ween? WEEN?
My assessment of your taste in music has just gone up several orders of magnitude.
I've only heard "Voodoo Lady" once before, and I didn't know it was Ween!
lol i love lego videos! i made one myself, but it isn't as cool as this!
my dearest anne, if you don't strike back against that sister of yours for the photos she posted today, i may have to declare her the sister-smackdown champ. i do hope you enjoyed the ween concert tonight. ken
Is that "not Amy" wearing pantyhose, when we wore forced to wear knee socks? I suppose her young, hip mom dressed her that day.
I have absolutely no recollection of that last photo.
And now I'm going to do whippits with the remaining pumpkin pie whipped cream until I forget the others.
Thank you for that stroll down memory lane.
Mom is definitely getting coal in her stocking this year.
Here's a little something funny. When we were going through the photos, daughterchild is the one who pulled out that last photo and said "What is this from?"
I looked at it and said, "Oh, we dressed up like that and went out walking around Boston."
And then dautherchild says "What did people do when they saw you?"
To which I replied "They ... um ... I don't really remember."
Daughterchild then says "I don't ever want to hear anything from you about me again."
"What? Why?" says I.
And she says "You painted your faces like freak clowns, put shower caps on your heads, and ... what is that ... a lightbulb around your neck, went walking around Boston and you can't remember how people reacted? Riiiiiggght."
Then I just sort of mumbled "It was a long time ago."
You were such bonny lasses.
I love the graduation photo. The vest is just the coup de grace of that outfit. _love_
Ohhhhhh....I am laughing soo hard at the story that goes along with that last photo...why wasn't THAT the caption beneath? Love it.
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