honeymonster | pixels, not papercuts

In roughly chronological order:

I'd forgotten what Nana's porch looked like back then.
The pretty, half-obscured lady is my Aunt Jan. The guy is my father. I think the cat's name was Coco. And the only reason I can come up with for Steve's expression is that her tail was tickling his neck.

My cousin Rob, me at 20, my cousin Travis. I thought I was fat back then, but little did I know.

Right before I got the staples out of my leg the second time.

Those of you who were here at the beginning may remember a lot of angst about this guy. I'm over it now, except for the feeling stupid part. Real pic's going in the garbage, but I thought you might like to know what all the fuss was about.