When this happens.

Mom, we missed the deadline to turn in our pictures for the stupid family tree-geneology book thing for the family reunion.  Want me to come take a recent picture of you and dad, and then email Nicole to see if we can get ours squeezed in last minute.

No, I already turned in all our pictures.

Oh really?  Well, which picture did you send of mine?

One I had your father scan.

Scan?  All the pictures of me are digital and online, you shouldn’t have to scan anything?

I couldn’t figure out how to save it on from the internet, your father’s apple doesn’t have the right clicky button like mine does at work.

Mom, what did you send them?!

Ohhhh…just this random picture of me from high school with my over-plucked eyebrows, and bleached out and straightened 90210 Tori Spelling hair, in which I am, I don’t know, clearly high as a kite on marijuana?

Also, WHO TAUGHT MY PARENTS HOW SCANNERS WORK?

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