Clark was trying out a new swimsuit...
Sorry (ahem) sun briefs...
Michael was trying out creepy ventriloquism...
|Not actually sure which is the dummy and which is Michael - they're both so freakin' creepy.|
And I was going through old pics of my relatives that my mother had found while researching our family tree. Boy, we had a few whackos.
There was Cousin Gertie who enjoyed dressing inside a hollowed-out ostrich egg and sitting on walls to scare people...
|How she got into the thing is beyond me.|
And the Fredrickson quads, who had the most efficient colons this side of the testing room at the Bran Flakes factory.
|I remember getting invited to one of these 'prune parties'. Needless to say, I politely declined.|
Whaaat? Gun-totin', flag-wavin', cross-dressin', monocle-wearin', underage smokin' portly children in a box of family pictures? My family pictures?
I immediately got on the horn to my mother.
|"Can you hear me, mother?"|
I asked of her, "Mater dear, mater, I say, jolly old what what, eh, what?" No, I didn't. Because my mother and I don't talk like that. And I think you'll find that NOBODY talks like that except in the diseased imaginations of American scriptwriters. But I digress.
Long story short, she had no idea who they were. I persevered though, saying "But you don't think there's a possibility that way way back in the family tree, there could be a... a... Petit?!"
She reassured me that there wasn't, but still... those photos do seem a little... well, off, don't they?
That's when I brought the guys in. I had to find out for certain.
Find out what we discovered later in the week. The results may shock you! (Or not. )
*"Normal" is a relative term around these parts, y'know.