Meet the Abercrombie'sJamon … Jen … Taylor … Jordan … KC … Abbie (and a few others sprinkled in)

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Got these from my dad yesterday … Olan Mills Awesomeness

Those glasses came free with a purchase of Brut cologne

Thoughtful Lance. Mirthful Lance. Two sides of a delightful coin.

Drake won Bitchin’est Senior Mullet by a landslide.

That dude wore a tie for nothing.

The Purvis family made several stops along the Oregon Trail to document their six-month journey.

It’s called a leisure suit, ladies and germs, and if you didn’t have one in the early 70s, you were a big fat loser. Mine was teal. I wore it with a silk floral shirt and a long necklace with a football player pendant that we all got at that year’s team banquet. I was THE MAN.

OK, who farted?

A pose like this will get you kicked right out of the Convention.

Just a typical afternoon down on the plantation. In a business suit. Y’know, for a budget meeting with the slaves.

Dawn and her recently exhumed sister, Gorgotha, pose with Scraps.

This photo isn’t discolored. The 70s really were that Orange.

The Library might be more believable if the shelves weren’t sloping downhill.

It’s so cute when couples have matching hairdos.

B-52′s, the early years.

There were some more, but these were “good.” I may break the others out later.

That pretty much says it all.

We didn’t have the traditional spread like we usually have. Thanksgiving and Christmas has recently been alternating between my mom and my aunt. Last year my grandmother died, and my aunt had a mild stroke and wasn’t able to “take” her holiday, so my mom has been hosting everything.

Well, this year, my aunt is better, but she didn’t feel up to hosting everyone, and my mom wasn’t receptive to hosting two holidays again this year … ENTER HERITAGE CAFETERIA.

My traditions were shaken. My thankfulness was tested. My attitude was less-than-polished. My eyes were opened. My perspective has changed.