In our house, we are easily entertained. If I'd go for it, Everett would have us sat in front of the photo booth on the computer for hours, making stretchy whacked-out pictures. Please excuse the tongue.

It's getting late and I'm about ready to head for bed, so will leave you with a photo taken when I was three or four years old and my sister Karen two years younger. You know, back when we used to be cute.

I can remember Mom taking us to the photographer's studio, which was in his basement, and what seemed like hours to sit for the pictures. Doncha love the little do's?