Tuesday, November 25, 2008

When I Was Your Age...

A solution to that uncomfortable silence after Thanksgiving dinner where you and your relatives stare at each other.

2 comments:

Manasse said...

I don't know who I love more: the grandmother or the girl who is pretending to smile while thinking "hurry up and take the picture already!"

Michelle Panik said...

:)! She must've just listened to her grandmother tell some meandering, pointless, plotless, characterless, soulless story for forty-five minutes and is thinking "Screw you, NPR, and your terrible ideas."