This is a study in teen angst. We start at the bottom of the photo with the peppy not-yet-pre-teen girl. She turns TOWARD the camera, intentionally. Eyes are wide open and expression is animated. Moving counter-clockwise, we come upon her pre-teen, angsty brother. some facial features are discernible, but he is Not Going To Look At The Camera. Up at the 12 o'clock hour, we have the giant afro-sporting redheaded freshman who has grown so much in the past year, we weren't sure he'd fit in the house. He sports the fully bershon overgrown bangs, therefore preventing him from having to Look At The Camera. God! Finally, we have the senior who is in the Final Countdown to GTFOOH (Getting The Fuck Out Of Here). He figures he'll look at the camera, but he's not swallowing the food in his mouth first, and he's certainly Not Going To Smile.
Today we hoofed it around The Mall. Again. I am 1 part too excited about the weather to go underground to take the Metro and 2 parts too phobic to ride the Metro as the Grown Up In Charge. The last time I was in DC, I was a whopping 17 years old and being led around by the Close Up Foundation . The biggest responsibility I had was deciding what color I wanted them to make my hair at Commander Salamander . So, we walked. And, truly we're just a few block from the Capitol. However, if you've been to DC, you know that the Capitol and, say, the Washington Monument are a smidgen apart from one another...like a mile-long smidgen. And, if you know me then you know that I am the world's number one couch potato. In fact, there are many times I don't even go all the way to the couch as it's just too far from my oh-so-comfy bed. God bless Tempur - pedic . There's a point in here. I swear. I'll get to it eventually. First, I must also explain that we had plans to meet...
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And Daniel looks like he is channeling some large dog.