My family likes to talk about poop. About their own poop, about other people's poop... It's really disgusting but we're just so talented when it comes to talking about it like we're discussing the weather. It's quite spectacular, really.
My sister Averil and I were chatting this afternoon and here's an excerpt of her story.
(She's on the left, I'm on the right)
And not to be outdone...
That last bit makes me think about all the seriously amazing (read: ridiculous) pictures I'd have in my possession if I'd had a camera and / or my iPhone in my teenage years. I hung out with mostly boys. Boys who did a lot of dumb crap. Although, come to think of it, a good portion of them would be pictures of us playing Super Nintendo. Good grief we played that a lot.
* If you're wondering, here's what a fishball is.