There’s not a straight-shooter in the family.
(submitted by Kelly)
Rest up… the holidays are coming.
(submitted by Melanie)
“The year was 1976. My mom had just come home with that fabulous perm, and, apparently, I asked to have the same done to my hair. I was three or four at the time, so I’ll have to take her word on that. I do, however remember the traumatic experience of having that fro cut off several days after this picture was taken, because I played in a sandbox too emphatically and my mother couldn’t comb through the tangled, sandy mess! This picture will always make me smile (while shaking my head). It shows just how tiny our immediate family was – just me and my mom, with dad behind the camera at his studio. It’s goofy, sure, but back then, it was just ‘us’.”
(submitted by Julie)
“This is the picture that Aunt Mar sent out in her Christmas cards to everyone with the words, ‘after 30 min of fishing…’ written on the back.”
(submitted by Amanda)
You know the economy is bad when it trickles down to chinchillas.
(submitted by Kristi)
Julian had seen one too many episodes of Doogie Howser.
(submitted by Julian)
Believe it or not, he does his own makeup.
(submitted by Scott)
“It was late at night and my Sun Conure was sleeping in his fuzzy hut as usual. I thought it would be cute to get a shot of him peeking out of it, but when you put a large scary flashing object in a birds cage in the middle of the night, I guess it’s pretty terrifying.”
(submitted by Kathy)
“This must have been my 10th or 11th birthday. It was a custom that the cousins would give out the birthday spankings, but apparently it got a little rough. I think I look terrified. It’s like a scene out of “Lord of the Flies.” Notice the John Travolta poster in the background, and the fact that my brother is laughing maniacally and holding a leather belt.”
(submitted by Vanessa)