Photos de famille
Exhibit A -> Note on this evening: I suck. Hard.
Exhibits B through E -> As part of an effort to not lose traces of our history, I have been assigned the task of scanning the family pictures. I started with my four favourite ones and here I present them to you, my dear unknown readers.
1.
My grandparents (on my mother's side) while they were courting. God, where did all the good-looking genes go??? To my cousins. Argh, how I hate them. Well, sort of, but in a very loving way.
2.
My mom is in the middle, in the black dress with the white stripes. Who does she look like? Hum.... She is surrounded by some of her sisters and/or neighbours, it's not quite clear.
3.
My grandfather (on my father's side) with one of his cows. That man loves animals. And they love him. Aw, how can one not love a man like him? And yes, now you know, I come from a farming family. Well, only partly. Because my mom's side is higher class. *She* does not come from a farm, she comes from the village. And her father was the blacksmith. She likes to remind this sort of things to my father when they're having an argument.
4.
My father in hockey uniform. If someone thinks he does not look like Hyde from "That 70s Show", I shall demand proof.
Exhibits B through E -> As part of an effort to not lose traces of our history, I have been assigned the task of scanning the family pictures. I started with my four favourite ones and here I present them to you, my dear unknown readers.
1.
My grandparents (on my mother's side) while they were courting. God, where did all the good-looking genes go??? To my cousins. Argh, how I hate them. Well, sort of, but in a very loving way.
2.
My mom is in the middle, in the black dress with the white stripes. Who does she look like? Hum.... She is surrounded by some of her sisters and/or neighbours, it's not quite clear.
3.
My grandfather (on my father's side) with one of his cows. That man loves animals. And they love him. Aw, how can one not love a man like him? And yes, now you know, I come from a farming family. Well, only partly. Because my mom's side is higher class. *She* does not come from a farm, she comes from the village. And her father was the blacksmith. She likes to remind this sort of things to my father when they're having an argument.
4.
My father in hockey uniform. If someone thinks he does not look like Hyde from "That 70s Show", I shall demand proof.