Friday, December 3, 2010

A Flailing of Sorts

Let's just preface this post with a true statement: My family is terrible at dancing. We mostly just flail our arms, pretend that we are chickens, and do the robot. Honestly, we may look like professionals, but the pictures are truly fooling you. Don't believe anything you see! When people tell you that their style of dance is "interpretive" dancing, they are just saying that they have no idea what the heck they are doing. Believe me now. This is not what you want to see at your wedding reception. So you probably shouldn't invite us.

To start, here is a series of pictures of Little J. She thought that she was Elvis. That's a dangerous concept to deal with. What with all those peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwiches. Elvis impersonating is not for the faint of heart.

That was hard to look at, I know. I am almost started crying myself when posting them. And they were not happy tears. Here is a little something something to ease your soul...
Awww. So frickin adorable aren't they?

Guess who is older? On second thought, don't. Because obviously it is the girl on the left. Curse these genes!


I am being completley real with you right now. Don't invite us to weddings. It is just a terrible no good idea.

I have more pictures, but I think those can wait till another day. Don't worry, they aren't of us flailing our appendages. I won't subject anyone to those again. Also, I ran out of any other good ones.

1 comment:

  1. You look adorbs.
    and did Elvis really eat PB, banana, and bacon sandwiches? or was that Joanna?