The award was for the 1979 Boulder High School marching band winning the best in the state. I played the snare drum, which was extra hard since I had to use one hand to keep my dress/kilt down in case a swift updraft whooshed by. Even though the outfit is gone, I still have the trophy and always manage to bring it on first dates as a conversation starter.
– “Mitch, what’s that 3 foot trophy doing on the table?!”
– “Oh, that old thing? Lemme tell ya a story, m’lady…!”
(submitted by Mitch at http://www.mitchoconnell.com)
A look back at a simpler time.
(submitted by April)
Three is not a crowd for this kitty.
(submitted by Jenny)
“This is a photo of me and my husband when we were dating. Caleb and his twin brother spent the summer living with my family while we (including another sister) worked at a camp. On one gloriously restful weekend, Caleb and I, already dressed in weird brown matching outfits, somehow ended up posing with a huge pile of mulch that my dad was getting ready to use in the backyard.”
(submitted by Molly)
The true meaning of special effects.
(submitted by Colleen)
This father is having trouble letting go.
(submitted by Fred)
“This is a photo with me, my husband, daughter and all my in-laws. In the very center of the picture, my mother in law is pressed up against her husband and ex-husband on each side. AWKWARD!”
(submitted by Jennifer)
“My twin brother and I tied to our side porch by my father and grandfather to prevent us from walking in the concrete they were pouring out back. In his defense, he did leave us a box of toys and a sweet pair of boots within rope’s length. Mom and grandma were not pleased upon their return.”
(submitted by Chris)
Yet another Michael Crawford fetish.
(submitted by Mackensie)
Meet the face of desperation.
(submitted by Scott)