Aren't we too button-cute? Of course we weren't really that young back in the mid-1900s when cars looked like that. Okay, yes we were. In bumper-sitting order, our names are given above the picture.
I hope your "click to enlarge" button works. I'm the second one from the right. The little imp on the end next to me, Doris ("Dood"), is giving me the hairy eyeball big time. I desperately wish I had put a conversation bubble over Dood's head, saying - to me, "I know you ate all these Cracker Jack, you bleeping bleep." I think she prolly did say just that in real life, because whatever she said made littlest sister Debbie whip around and give me a hairy eyeball just for good measure! I look smugly full of Cracker Jack, don't I?
And then there is poor sad Donna on the other end, who apparently didn't get one single bite. What's amusing about that is that she is the least-saddest-ever sister of all of us! Next to her is Diana, the oldest, so sweet and calm and serenely unpersmirched by it all.
As some of you know, it was just a couple of years later I was put in a foster home (was it the Cracker Jack?!) and I didn't see all the sisters again for forty years. It took a long time, but we've made up for that lost time since.
So about eight years after we were reunited, we were sitting around the kitchen at Dood's and talking about cooking and recipes and I had an idea. When we all got back to our own homes, I asked my four sisters for copies of all their favorite recipes, which they promptly sent me, some handwritten, some typed, some doodled on scratch paper. I typed them all into my computer and self-published them in a cookbook as a surprise to them, using Blurb. (They thought I was just typing them up in orderly fashion, not putting them in a hardbound book with pictures!)
I included amusing and inspirational quotes of other people . . .
I also included lots of pictures I took of food, and of us girls from childhood to adulthood.
I even put some pretty unflattering photos of my sisters in the book, for giggles, seeing as how the book was just for us. Naturally I didn't feel like it was fair of me to do that to them if I didn't include some unflattering ones of myself, such as this prize-winning early-morning pre-coffee shot:
Enjoy your day! No, seriously, enjoy. LITS*!