Ho-Bo Sheeyat
Come along on a fun ride for the whole family.
Mama had us wake up early so we could go for a fancy dinner at Chuck-A-Ramma. What we didn't know was that Mama wanted us to take family pictures as well. She wanted us all to dress up extra fancy, just like her.
Sadly, I did not bring any extra fancy clothes with me home to Boise. Mom went upstairs to her closet to find me something to wear. She offered a few dresses, but I did not like them. Mama took my pickyness well till she came upon the perfect amd most beautiful dress that I could never possibly turn down.
You may remember this dress from when I wore it sophomore year for our video project in Japanese class. Sadly, I was a little too shocked to find that Mama actually found this dress pretty (I mean I always knew she had weird taste but I never suspected it was this intersting) to realize I really should have agreed to put the thing on, pulled up my socks, put my hair up in pigtails, and gone out to take family pictures with them. When I informed Mama that not only was this dress ugly, but that it was a bride's maid's dress, she insisted that it was so pretty it didn't matter. Disgusted at my inability to appreciate such beauty, Mama went to Dad, who replied, "We would look like we were dressed up to go to the bank, she would look like she was dressed up to go to the prom."
After calling us ho-bo sheeyat, mom decided to take pictures of just her and Dad, since their children were being so difficult. Sadly, Mama didn't wear her coat. Probably because we teased her a little too much. And so, we went to the Wall Market, where in the parking lot Mama tried to steal Brother's money from his pockets.
Then, we went on to the buffett where we ate...
And Mama pinched me.
We then went shopping in the 94 cent thrift store, and a few others. I bought lots of pretty things, like a new dress and shoes.
We went home, where I didn't actually clean Clay's room, but where he had me pretend to be, just so he could take pictures.
In conclusion, my taste in dresses is so much better than Mama's.
If you didn't enjoy that, here's an extra bonus picture
of Parents.
So anyway, the point is that I've either got to go and blow up this picture and send it back to Mom, or I've got to find a way to fit an extra stomach into that dress and get some nice, professional pictures done at the Wall Market. How much does one person cost, anyway? ...and is the hat good with it?
Mama had us wake up early so we could go for a fancy dinner at Chuck-A-Ramma. What we didn't know was that Mama wanted us to take family pictures as well. She wanted us all to dress up extra fancy, just like her.
Sadly, I did not bring any extra fancy clothes with me home to Boise. Mom went upstairs to her closet to find me something to wear. She offered a few dresses, but I did not like them. Mama took my pickyness well till she came upon the perfect amd most beautiful dress that I could never possibly turn down.
You may remember this dress from when I wore it sophomore year for our video project in Japanese class. Sadly, I was a little too shocked to find that Mama actually found this dress pretty (I mean I always knew she had weird taste but I never suspected it was this intersting) to realize I really should have agreed to put the thing on, pulled up my socks, put my hair up in pigtails, and gone out to take family pictures with them. When I informed Mama that not only was this dress ugly, but that it was a bride's maid's dress, she insisted that it was so pretty it didn't matter. Disgusted at my inability to appreciate such beauty, Mama went to Dad, who replied, "We would look like we were dressed up to go to the bank, she would look like she was dressed up to go to the prom."
After calling us ho-bo sheeyat, mom decided to take pictures of just her and Dad, since their children were being so difficult. Sadly, Mama didn't wear her coat. Probably because we teased her a little too much. And so, we went to the Wall Market, where in the parking lot Mama tried to steal Brother's money from his pockets.
Then, we went on to the buffett where we ate...
And Mama pinched me.
We then went shopping in the 94 cent thrift store, and a few others. I bought lots of pretty things, like a new dress and shoes.
We went home, where I didn't actually clean Clay's room, but where he had me pretend to be, just so he could take pictures.
In conclusion, my taste in dresses is so much better than Mama's.
If you didn't enjoy that, here's an extra bonus picture
of Parents.
So anyway, the point is that I've either got to go and blow up this picture and send it back to Mom, or I've got to find a way to fit an extra stomach into that dress and get some nice, professional pictures done at the Wall Market. How much does one person cost, anyway? ...and is the hat good with it?
