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Pictures: So Much Easier Than Actually Writing Something

And now, a shout-out to our friend Leanne; a shout-out that is totally out of the blue, by the way. The picture I really wanted to post--the one that involves chess and booze and noses--is nowhere to be found on my hard drive. Leanne, if you happen to have that one tucked away somewhere, please send it so I can post that as well.

This one is just after Sarah had moved back from University, and Leanne graced our little Georgetown with a visit. Also: this is the only time two girls were ever in my room at the same time when one of them wasn't my mom.

Here's a shot from Sarah's bachelorette party in Vancouver. Rumour has it that Leanne was smacking asses with that wand throughout the night. You can also see half of Swill's face, partly obscured by Beth's mighty forearm.















Speaking of Beth and Vancouver, we failed to post any shots of our last trip here, so I'll make up for that now. We're at the Canucks game here, and this was when our spirits were still high (before Vancouver got waxed in overtime).

More photos to come.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Mighty forearm, indeed.
For such a diminutive-looking person, Beth apparently does the big-time forearm workouts.

BETH ===> Popeye's got nothin' on you!
Beth said…
All hail my mighty forearm!
Anonymous said…
See? But then in your ID pic, it looks like you have a totally normal forearm. WTF? Is it like a Hulk thing where it comes and goes?
"Don't invite me to a bachelorette party. You wouldn't like me when I'm at a bachelorette party..."

Wow.

Worst... superpower... ever.
Beth said…
Well, it could be that these 2 pics were taken 2 years apart and I lost 15 lbs in the intervening time, but let's go with the bachelorette Hulk thing, as that's far more entertaining.
Anonymous said…
Beth is awesome.
That's all you need to know.

She will be here soon, lifting beers to her lips with her mighty forearms.

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