fun and silliness

Julie and I tried to take a nice picture of us together with each other.

But we just kept looking silly.

Maybe one of us more than the other.  Ahem.

Or not...

Finally, we just gave up.

sisterly love

1985, or so.  

Every picture I found of us she had that same expression on her face.  Could it be because I was only nice to her when a camera was around?

Here we are, both too young for grimacing, back in 1968.  Although she was no monkey.

I have a memory of my dad telling me that we were going to pick up a monkey.  I was terribly disappointed when it ended up being nothing but a baby.