The Springtime of Our Awkwardness

Note to self:  egg beaters make terrible combs.

They charge extra for smiles.

You think they like panda bears?

No reason to go to the kitchen for a snack when there's an ear lobe nearby.

Sad and depressing in so many ways.

Noseferatu takes the family to Sears for the annual photo.

Ironically, America picked its last President the very same way.

Hope that's his mom and not a prom date.  And I really hope that's not "Mom, My Prom Date."

I wonder if the letters are edible.

Mom, Dad, Janice, Bobby, and Brillo.

Dinner last night:  Roast beef and Thai noodles.