Look at us all look like twinkies in our white shirts. We so look Photoshopped on top of that background.

My dad likes to pretend we belong on baseball cards. While playing wiffle ball. With a plastic bat. In our pj's.

Is there anything more delicate and ladylike than snarfing 2 perfectly toasted marshmallows from a stick? I think not.

A lot, but not all, of my cousins on my dad's side at the only pizza joint near The Dells that can accomodate all of us on the cheap.