My mother's 90th birthday party.
(On my copy of this picture I have written captions for each
person. For example, "I'm so pretty, oh so pretty," and, "I could
be home right now watching reruns of The Bachelor,")
At the annual gun club meeting, the ladies decided, three to
two, to stop hunting buffalo. Lorene (left) was the swing vote.
Lynnette was elated when her mother discovered
she had enough material to make her a dress, too.
Louise couldn't decide--star or angel or star or angel or star or angel
or star or angel--so Orville made the decision for her: STAR DAMMIT!
I asked for one thing for Christmas, Mom.
One thing. An accordion. That's all I asked for.
Not a stupid white blanket. I'll stand here
with it on for your stupid picture but I'm
not gonna smile. No! I will not shush.
One thing. An accordion. That's all I asked for.
Not a stupid white blanket. I'll stand here
with it on for your stupid picture but I'm
not gonna smile. No! I will not shush.
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