Ok, I have to tell the story behind the picture. My grandmother has pictures of all her grandchildren done in this ole timey fashion so my mother wanted to get my kids done to add to the collection. It's fun so ok, but the kids get to dress however they want. (In my pic, taken at the age of 11, I'm covered from neck to ankle and I didn't have to work at looking serious since I was none too happy with my costume.) Anyway, after the photographer places the six shooter and the rifle in my sons hands without even a glance in my direction, the girls wanted to hold the whiskey bottles. The man turns to me and asks if that is ok. I'm thinking, "Oh yeah, I don't care if my son has deadly weapons in his hands but by gosh don't stick empty whiskey bottles in my girls hands... sheesh what the fuck???" I gave him my most serious blank look and said, "of course." Parker and I had a good laugh over that one after we left. ;)
My cold is getting better, I can actually sit at the keyboard more than two minutes without feeling like I'm going to pass out... too bad I can't seem to go two minutes without hacking up a lung.... *coughcoughcough*
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