White Bread

Last week, when most of my family was together for my dad's 80th, Mom got sentimental and hired a professional photographer to come to the house. We're not really a professional photograph kind of family. We do snapshots. None of us even has a camcorder. (Can you imagine -- three generations of Americans and no camcorder among us?) Anyway, it was for Mom, so we obliged by putting on plain t-shirts and neutral pants to try and look, you know, presentable. Last night the photos appeared on the website for the photographer so that we can order as many as we like, no hassle.

They're sweet photos and it is nice to see us all together. But you know my first thought looking at them? Oh. My. God. We have got to be the most white bread family in the U. S. of A. I mean, talk about Midwestern corn-fed! It's tempting to post one just so you can see, but I don't have permission to do that and I'm still maintaining this illusion of semi-anonymous on my blog.