Demure housewife, no?
Ohhh how I love my parents and their expensive taste in wine and other things. Christmas dinner consisted a whole lot of "try this and that and this too" and before I knew it I was drunk and trying to pretend that there was no way I could be drunk in front of my parents. This was okay because infact my parents were more drunk than I. It is a good thing other people neglect to invite us to their holiday events otherwise I would spend subsequent days being highly embarassed.
True story...around 4 o'clock my sisters and I were gathered around the kitchen watching my mother prepare dinner (this is how things go down in my household) and my mom made a comment about our attire, which consisted mostly of soccer shorts and t-shirts and made the suggestion that we might change for dinner in order to please Jesus and all of that. So sister number 2 and I hatched a glorious plan so that we wouldn't disgrace the Holy Trinity. We locked ourselves in my former bedroom turned storage place and uncovered the most glorious collection of hideous formal dresses. Carefully selecting the most appaling we began our preparation. After completing make-up which I label "prom queen post loss of virginity in seedy rural motel" we were ready to sit down for dinner. The results, they are below.
True story...around 4 o'clock my sisters and I were gathered around the kitchen watching my mother prepare dinner (this is how things go down in my household) and my mom made a comment about our attire, which consisted mostly of soccer shorts and t-shirts and made the suggestion that we might change for dinner in order to please Jesus and all of that. So sister number 2 and I hatched a glorious plan so that we wouldn't disgrace the Holy Trinity. We locked ourselves in my former bedroom turned storage place and uncovered the most glorious collection of hideous formal dresses. Carefully selecting the most appaling we began our preparation. After completing make-up which I label "prom queen post loss of virginity in seedy rural motel" we were ready to sit down for dinner. The results, they are below.
She is 13, leave her alone.
I apparently had a thing for hideous silver prom shoes while in high school.
Can you say blue steel or is it magnum?
3 comments:
Pretty funny stuff.
I wore jeans and a tshirt to please baby jesus yesterday.
Where are the soccer shorts pictures??
Merry Merry!
The eyes, the teeth, the sisters. Wonderful.
I hope you're having as nice a time as possible in the suburbs.
Sadly we forgot to take before pictures, which is fine because I looked pitiful and I wouldn't want proof of that.
I wish my other sister had participated in the festivities because she definitely looks like the milkman's child since she is blonde and all of that.
When I rule the world, I will outlaw suburbs.
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