Family Resemblance?

I've been working with my Grandma to scan and retouch pictures for my next installment of "The Book". I love being able to pepper her with questions (a luxury I didn't have when I put together the previous edition); I'm pretty sure that she enjoyed all my queries as well. She reminisced all day and into the next - which is great mental exercise...trying to recall the little details of one's life from many, many moons before.

When she pulled this picture out of her box of goodies, it was like I was staring at a small piece of myself, and frankly - weeks later, I.CAN'T.STOP.LAUGHING at it. Observe:




Methinks she has a small animal, a late afternoon snack (preserved for later), or perhaps even a pint-sized child wadded up in each cheek. She calls herself "Crazy Guggenheim" whenever she looks at it, which is such a crack up - to hear an eighty-something "young" lady of such distinction call herself that. Have you ever met my grandma? She truly is the essence of a lady.

Oh, how dead I would be if she knew her image was now swimming around freely in the internet ether. And I do mean DEAD. As a door knob. Or is it a door nail? I bet my grandma would know.

I digress.

Too bad I am such a gambler that way - some things are just too cute not to share. Shh! Let's make it our little secret.









*Maniacal, evil laugh ensues*