Friday, August 7, 2009

I found an old baby picture...

I'm loathe to share it, but it is an interesting look at the childhood of yours truly.

When we were little, my sister and I were always forced to go see Santa every Christmas. It was always a traumatizing experience.

I'm telling you now, if I ever ran into Santa somewhere, I'd be all over him like a... well, like a shark on a wounded, bleeding fat whale.

Anyway, here's the picture:


My sister and I, traumatized by the fat man.

I don't know why parents feel the need to do this to their children. Of course, my mother wasn't really very maternal to begin with. I almost think she WANTED my dad to eat me.

8 comments:

  1. Just stopped by to say hey ... I'll be checking on your blog ... bookmarked it ... keep swimming! ...

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  2. YAY! Thanks for stopping in! I like you a lot, Jackson! That's why I'm going to eat you last! :D

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  3. Hi Jackson!

    Hey, Shaaaaark...did you get anything for Christmas that year?

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  4. I got a big hunk of raw meat, and an empty pop bottle.

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  5. I almost forgot to ask...are you on the right or the left? I can't tell which one is you.

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  6. Well, as you can clearly see the one on the right is a whiney crybaby, so that one would be my sister.

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  7. Why does Jackson get to be eaten last!? What am I, chum!?

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