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| And, lastly, me. I'm not crying or anything -- I'm studying my deformed left pinky toenail. It looked especially weird that day, being painted two different colors. |
| Mom so rarely sleeps that I had to get a picture when I caught her in the act, just for posterity. |
| Dad's not sleeping on the job. He's just... resting his eyes. That's it. By the way, he's a trooper, so that is what's with the uniform. |
| Jerrad may look innocent, but I always wonder what's rumbling around that fetid little mind of his. Here, two very blurry photos of my oldest youngest brother. He is second chair trombone in symphonic band, and has plans to ditch the band for football, which is his obsession du jour. |
| Here's my youngest youngest brother, Josh. He's got some incredibly blue eyes, doesn't he? Anyway, he's the athletic type that plays every sport under the sun (with concentrations on football, baseball, and paintball). Neither of these are particularly good pictures, but at least there's one here of him in his paintball jersey, which, appropriately enough, has a big red target painted on the reverse side of it. |