Well, here we are, just moments before loading up the cars to leave after a wonderful Labor Day weekend with Amy, Kevin, Mary Carol, Jackson, Hayden, Chelsea, June and Andy, Uncle Art and Aunt Liz.As you can see, we just your normal, unexcitable family; nothing really going on when we get together. We hug and pat one another on the back. Nobody ever tells a tall tale, not even a white lie. Nobody gets a slight buzz. The kids are soooooo-good. We're always on our best behavior. We're just like those dudes in the pix. Everyone shows a big toothy smile; Art and Andy suck in their tummies (with their hour-glass figures, the women don't have to ), and all of us look straight into the camera like we belong in the White House. We is the ideal family. What a photograph! Dad-gum! We's cover-magazine stuff. The whole thing is almost professionally done!
However, when we're 
at the end of our ropes, getting on one another's nerves, getting up too often in the middle of night to pee, and asking once to often for that second shiraz (and "You got an extra beer, Kev?"), we tend to look a little more less normal (say, for example) like those fruit-cakes people in the botton photo. Andy is still picking his teeth from those fish tacos. Mary Carol, as usual, can't get her tongue back in her mouth. June is still biting her tongue so as not to say something infelicitous. Carol is in her usual state of shock. Art, getting a bit romantic with his wife (who apprently loves it). Kev, his near-explosive self, about to go bananas. Cooper the Mutt, squirming his butt off in MC's arms. How Amy manages to smile is beyond us. The picture was uncomposed, just a random snapshot of the Kuhns and Harnacks. We're outta here!
at the end of our ropes, getting on one another's nerves, getting up too often in the middle of night to pee, and asking once to often for that second shiraz (and "You got an extra beer, Kev?"), we tend to look a little more less normal (say, for example) like those fruit-cakes people in the botton photo. Andy is still picking his teeth from those fish tacos. Mary Carol, as usual, can't get her tongue back in her mouth. June is still biting her tongue so as not to say something infelicitous. Carol is in her usual state of shock. Art, getting a bit romantic with his wife (who apprently loves it). Kev, his near-explosive self, about to go bananas. Cooper the Mutt, squirming his butt off in MC's arms. How Amy manages to smile is beyond us. The picture was uncomposed, just a random snapshot of the Kuhns and Harnacks. We're outta here!
No comments:
Post a Comment