The 4th of July must’ve been really hard on my entire family. Looking through the photos I promised to share, I found them all to be horrible. It was hotter than a match even that evening, we were all sweating (especially those lighting the fuses), and I must’ve also been off my game insofar as photo composition.
I ended up with many photos of Katie sporting a “Swiss Miss” hairstyle. Ben, Carl, Perry and I were all looking haggard and old, and Mom was either appearing to be mad or like she didn’t know where in the world she was at the time.
I promise we all looked better than the photos you’re about to view.
The obligatory car selfie on the way there… my hair is already flat (not yet in a ponytail), and Perry is working up to a smile that failed.
Next, there’s Carl tending the fire pit. Poor guy looks like he’s at least 110.
Mom looks to be extremely pissed at someone here. I’m guessing it was Katie… who is oblivious to the stink eye upon her.
And Mom again… turning from the angry and bitter version into the sweet and innocent one — with eyes so blank one might wonder if she’s even aware of her surroundings.
It reminds me of this…
Perry and Carl are solving the world’s problems — probably discussing global warming since it was so very hot in the Ville.
Poor Ben looks like he’s my age wearing his sweat soaked shirt. The evening was work for him… setting up and lighting fireworks in the heat obviously isn’t good for your appearance.
The back of Katie’s Swiss Miss hairdo is in probably 75% of the total number of photos.
And finally, since I can’t make fun of everyone else and not make fun of myself, is a photo of me captured by Perry.
Now that you’ve seen my entire family at our worst — including the very worst set of holiday photos you will EVER see — here’s hoping you’re cooler than we were during the festivities.
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TIL (Today I Learned): At a 1915 auction, Cecil Chubb bought Stonehenge as a gift for his wife, but she hated it because she had sent him to buy a set of chairs. 3 years later, he gave it to his country on the conditions that the entrance fee would never cost more than a shilling and the locals could have free access.