Cory and Caitlin. I never realized how well Cory's hair goes with her eyes. This is at the pancake house. Pancakes are good. What the hell was with that bitch who wouldn't let Mike pull up a chair? Tsh. Fire hazard. What *ever*.



Anne! Featuring My Big Chin. Also at the pancake house. I had really good pancakes that day. I think they were pecan. This would have been a very cute picture if it wasn't so blurry.



I love this picture. Amanda. Monty. Pat...doing something with his hand. Singing, maybe? Pat Benatar, hopefully. Jane pointing to her head. Jane, why are you pointing to your head? And, of course, the Ever Tolerant Chris.



I had to post both of these. Because Jane is cute, that's why! Don't you just want a Coke now? And I didn't notice when I took the picture, but the neon in the background is such a nice touch.



Look, everyone! A semi-humane picture of me! I miss my orange shirt. It's not orange shirt weather anymore. Anyway, this picture is just documented proof that Ever Tolerant Chris is the coolest ever. Because I said so. Seriously. We took this picture, like, three times. You know how relatives are when they get ahold of cameras - no, let's take another one! Another one! And no one else would get in the frame. Thanks, Chris. I owe you.



Abby, close youre mouth. What the hell was going on here? "See-food"? I like the expression on Lauren's face, though. Heh. Thoroughly disgusted. Featuring: my kitchen, and one fucking huge bowl of potato salad.



This picture didn't turn out as well as I thought it would, considering how giddy we all were when we took it. That's Lila's book of Kinky Sex Drawings from, what, the fifties or something? I never did get a good look at it. I'm a fan of all the girls doing the hands-to-cheeks thing at the same time. Oh, girls, don't pretend to be shocked...you've all got equally filthy minds.



Best. Picture. Ever. I am so excited to put this up. I think that's my back yard, but then I can't figure out who that is behind Anne. Oh well... Jane, I want your jacket. You look like you're on drugs. This is why I love you.