These shots are also from Joe via The Activity Pit. I’m a lousy thief.
In the above shot I’m clearly making some kind of point. I fear it may have been the one involving my desire as a child to have pet pygmy marmosets because I saw a picture of them in the Guinness Book of World Records and how my parents suggested I write Joan Embery to see if this was feasible. It wasn’t.
Here’s the photo I mentioned.
And then here I am not making a point.
And then here’s a Santa potato head.
Here we are laughing at something.
Here’s Bill Schulz. Want to know what kind of friend he is? He’s the kind of friend who, when I said at the beginning of the show that I’m a frequent guest on Red Eye, acted as if he’d never seen me before. Thank God he’s a horrible actor.
And then something happened here.
And then somehow Charlie’s Angels was mentioned and then Jill Dobson and Melanie Notkin made the above gestures and then Jill said “come on Alison!” and then, even though I pride myself on having never taken a photo wherein two gal pals and I are pretending to be Charlie’s Angels, I lamely tried to mimic what they were doing so as to seem fun and sporty and easygoing. If the above photo could speak it would say “hey guys? is this what we’re doing? guys? am I doing it right?” And then it would laugh nervously.
Here I am posing with a menorah, apparently. I didn’t see this behind my head until I saw these photos. And what is my hair doing here? It can’t decide if it’s going behind my shoulder or in front. It figures that even my hair is indecisive. Also, I celebrate Christmas for those keeping track. I know it’s confusing.