One day when my mother-in-law was visiting, we decided to watch a video of my daughter hunting Easter eggs. The egg hunt had been held at my parents’ house, so my mother-in-law had missed it. When the hunt was over, the video suddenly changed to show me sitting at my parents’ table talking. My mother-in-law and I watched as I turned to the camera and said, “Stop taping me!” My husband, from behind the camera, said, “Why?” Without missing a beat, I replied, “Because I don’t want you to tape me while I talk about your family.” Awkward.
(submitted by Melissa)
“This is one of my 1988 dance recital portraits from The Dancer’s Studio in Dearborn, MI. I wasn’t like the rest of the ballerinas who had been studying dance since birth; I started late so I was put in the “teen beginners” jazz class. I was easily the worst dancer in the school; if you watch the recital video you can see me spinning in the wrong direction and knocking into people. Our teacher, Miss Maryann, picked our costumes and we danced to the song “Hourglass” by Sweet.
I was twelve years old and obviously at that stage where I had no idea what to do with my body. Everything was out of proportion; my glasses were too big, my tights were too big and I could never get my bangs right. I remember a friend at summer camp made me that friendship bracelet and I never took it off so it was really grungy.
The photographer posed us and for me there was really no other option than the jazz hands. I find it kind of amazing that this photo is now one of the top 5 image results when you google “jazz hands.” Like my extreme dorkiness has become a cultural meme. There’s an authenticity to that, dorkiness. There’s no pretense to dorkiness.”
(submitted by Adriana)
This is what happens when you wait all year for a Mr Coffee.
(submitted by Joseph)
This is Paul. He’ll have you home by nowhere near the time he says he will.
(submitted by Mollie)
For anyone who doubts the magic of Disney isn’t real.
(submitted by Donna)
This gentlemen appears to be very proud of his shipmates.
(submitted by Dan)
A novel idea for re-gifting.
(submitted by Ivette)
One Christmas when I had just turned 14, my grandma and grandpa flew all the way across the country to celebrate with our family. There were several long lost family members there including my younger sister and I who are 10 apart in age. As all of us are just sitting down for our dinner, my grandma looks at the table and says “Oh, I’m going to feel like a glut after this meal!” In turn my little sister pipes up with “I don’t know what a glut is, but I know what a slut is! As everyone at the table is trying to hold it together, she finishes her comment with “My sister’s one!!”….yeah, awkward.
(submitted by Andrea)
Who says fathers and sons have trouble showing affection?
(submitted by Alexandra)
A jazz-hands inspired burn.
(submitted by Nick)