“Lombard Street, San Francisco, CA, 1997. While touring the Crooked Street on foot we were witnesses to this fender bender that caused a traffic jam and uproar of tourists waiting for their chance to drive down the street. Our folks felt this was a perfect moment for a happy family portrait.”
(submitted by Tiffani)
“This is me, posing for my father on a Sunday morning, shortly after he separated from my mom. He let me wear whatever I wanted and do whatever I wanted with my hair (opportunities that I made the most of). For some reason, he thought it’d be a good idea to take pictures of me standing in front of a dumpster. I have a whole set of these. I guess he was a bit depressed…”
(submitted by Lucia)
She couldn’t understand why Snuffy was always trying to smoke his treats.
(submitted by Jackie)
“Bennie, we are sure, grows thumbs when we leave him. He has separation anxiety and he hates being left alone so he managed to push open a window on the second floor and scale up to the peak of the third floor. He was looking for his “people!”
(submitted by Cathie)
You should see their diagram for tomato and tomahto.
(submitted by Durby)
“This is a photo of my sister camping in Hana, Hawaii. We lived there during our ‘awkward’ phase of 12-14. Family friends, who didn’t have children of their own, decided it would be a good idea to take 5 girls camping ages 9-13. Notice the lovely Christmas nightshirt my sister thought she should wear camping in July. She also is wearing the same braid that my mother put her hair in 4 days earlier. Jen was so filthy I think my mom burned her nightshirt when we got home.”
(submitted by Shauna)