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Moments later, that same Christmas ….
My brother S (now The Banshee’s dad), baby nephew (sister’s kid), and me — still exhausted and still tightening the upper lip. That’s not the way I really smile. To me, my tight upper lip in both these photos says it all.
And S, my surfing/swimming/water polo coaching brother — drat him, anyway, actually looking good in the freakin’ tie dye. Oh, and Buddha Baby’s left eye is now glowing red, like it’s become radioactive from all the explosive tie dye exposure. I tried to fix it, and it would not un-redden. It is supposed to be a red eye, I guess. The red eye of Buddha. I also somehow managed to make it look like I have a little shiner there above my eye. Just so you know, I was not beaten into submission to get me to take this photo! It just felt like it.
Also of note: At some point that Christmas, my hair morphed into a handy scouring pad.
The brillo pad would be good cushioning for your brain when you fell over from post-revelry exhaustion. . .