Okay. I’ve officially lost track of what Day # this is because I’ve skipped a few. Thank you for kindly not calling this to my attention. It’s the holidays; my head’s a little twisty.
This photo is killing me, though.
Yep. It’s a wonderful life sittin’ in a squash-colored tub, drinkin’ dirty bathwater, while Ma snaps a photo.
A squash colored tub…and that horrible wallpaper!
Apparently it was a wonderful life…in the 70’s!
Actually, it’s tile.
But I second that emotion!
We were thinking something, but what was it?
Certainly we were drinking something stronger than bathwater, as well… I think that is the Ur-Picture of Growing Up Seventies. That could be any man of my generation, swigging the bathwater, singing stuff of off a Billy Joel album that we couldn’t hope to fathom.
And look at us NOW! =D