These days, if this picture of your seven-year-old was put on the Internet, someone would threaten to call Child Protective Services because:
YOUR CHILD IS STANDING ON A CHAIR!
YOUR CHILD IS PLAYING WITH FIRE!
And you’re taking pictures of her while she’s doing it! We’re all gonna die!
Speaking of playing with fire, I can tell that I’m holding my mother’s Zippo there. Did anyone else, like me, love to snap open your parents’ Zippos and smell the lighter fluid fumes?
D’oh! Another reason to call CPS!
That china cabinet was one my mother had custom built when my parents bought the house in Georgia. It was her china cabinet for a long time, then when I was a teenager, she painted it white and put it in my bedroom. First it held my Dolls of the World collection, then my hippie stuff like incense burners and such, then books. Later she stripped off the paint, restained it, and used it again herself. When I was in graduate school, she gave it to me once more. Only in my many moves, it ended up in my brother’s apartment and he didn’t want to give it back. So I had to get a partner-in-crime to help me re-steal it when he was out of town. Heh.
It sits in my dining room today holding an eclectic array of serving dishes and all the liquor nobody ever drinks. Except that time Lisa from Iowa took a shot when we were playing 1000 Blank White Cards.
So you aren’t as innocent as you pretend. Apparently you know all about furniture thievery – I don’t think you need Kuni and I to do anything for you, and you have a PARTNER. I was forced into a life of crime like the Artful Dodger, you apparently entered the life willingly. I’m not sure if that makes you Bonnie or Clyde.
No guns. I’m more like a Rob Byrnes character.
I recognized the china cabinet immediately. But it was the little girl high on fumes that made me laugh.
The little girl was probably laughing, too.
I was actually just thinking the other day about standing in line behind some kids for a roller coaster, and one kept taking out a lighter and huffing it.
Now I need to get out my Houston pictures again.
Who’s that guy with Tim in the last picture of your link?
That was a fun time, except for my back pain, my oven dying, the fog in Galveston, and your failure to launch a trip to NASA.
“And you’re taking pictures of her while she’s doing it! We’re all gonna die!”
AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!
I know!