Joy
Don’t be afraid to oversell it.
(submitted by Beau)
“Mom decided to save money on costumes that “you only wear once.” She tied trash bags on my brother and I and stuffed them with newspaper, smeared brown eye shadow on our faces and pasted big signs on our chests that said TRASH.”
(submitted by Michelle)
Christmas of 1982. I was 2 years old and obviously not the favorite child. My only option was to take a “back seat” to my sister, Meghan (age 5) if I wanted to sled ride, even if it meant riding on my stomach down the slope. Apparently this was seemed like a safe idea to my dad (pictured) and my mom who snapped this shot! This picture pretty much sums up the next 30 years of my life.
(submitted by Kristin)


The Thanksgiving Letter
Eye Contact (back by popular demand)
LOL Cats
SNS: Me Tarzan, You Jane
Size Doesn’t Matter
