Let us pause briefly and celebrate the anniversary of the birth of my beloved cousin, Lonnie. We're only two-and-a-half years apart and grew up in the same small town, so he's more like a brother than a cousin, since brothers usually hold you under the covers and fart and generally drive you nuts. But I love him. Even more than that, I love aggravating him.
This is Lon's mom, Kathy (striped shirt); my mom, Donna (John Lennon look-alike); our cousin, Brent (striped shirt); me (unfortunate yellow pants and non-matching shirt); and Lonnie (why is he gripping a doll? Manly!)
Here we are a few years later. My hair has some serious 80s side wing action.
2 comments:
The first picture is so fitting. You're holding a gun; Lonnie, a doll. Maybe that's why he came running to YOUR bedroom that night when he heard a noise in you guys' house. Lori, Lori, save me! Saaaaave me!
Basically, he's been studly from day 1, hasn't he? Glad to know the lives of our three vulnerable children rest in his macho hands :)
I guess I'm gonna have to get a gun.
Hmm... I just realized that I was holding a gun. And that's weird considering we never owned one in our house until my mom bought a BB gun and Taylor shot at her by accident.
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