Apologies if the photos I posted yesterday were not appearing. What’s up w/ that, Flickr, I ask you?
The Rock at Pepp. It’s tradition for it to be painted by various campus groups to announce special events or the like. I swear it has 3000 layers of paint on it. I have fond memories of staying up late to paint it w/ my sorority sisters. It was only the size of a baseball when I was there.
Me w/ my folks. Sunburnt me. Tired me. This is one of the only photographic proofs that I was actually on this trip. Ha! And I should’ve worn eyeliner.
This is us after a particularly rough moment in parenting. Read: me in tears, Jude in tears, everybody upset. Mom reassured me that I acted up in front of my grandmother too. Is there anything worse than having an audience for disciplining your child?
This photo cracks me up for 2 reasons:
1. Because my dad’s expression mirrors what we were all thinking: “Simon, why are you eating espresso-laced ice cream at this hour of the night?
2. Because Buzz Lightyear: The Giant Sippy Cup was there front & center to guard over us at the table. He came with us EVERYWHERE after we went to Disneyland.
Simon was so amped up after this, he went for a jog at 10 at night.
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