My God, I wish I had a larger version of this picture, because there is so much happening here. Missy's visor! My kneesocks! The fact that I am the star of some sort of living room cheerleading production, during which my right knee apparently gave out and required Dawn's manual support?
I also have a lot of questions, beyond the obvious "What The Eff is Happening Here?"--like, for instance, WHERE ARE MY PANTS? (And my pupils, for that matter? Was I on drugs? I certainly look like the least coherent person in this picture. Well, except for Missy, but that's only because she just got done done dealing poker and was probably a bit tired.)
(Also, did we really need the 38 metric tons of drapes? Were we preparing for a solar flare in Little Bay? God knows we didn't ever CLOSE the fuckers, because I still harbor flashbacks of Frank and Fintan's faces pressing themselves against the glass at random moments of nighttime relaxation like HORRIBLE ZOMBIE NIGHTMARE CREATURES, and I would have really appreciated some closed drapes THEN, thank you very much.)
P.S. My apologies to Mom and Dad for posting a picture of myself in my underwear on the internet. I know you raised me better than that.
And I burned the rest, I swear.
