A post from Evelyn
Jul. 15th, 2007 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyDear Internets,
Please help me. My parents seem to think I am nothing but a tiny doll that they can dress up and take pictures of. All. The. Time. It's not that I mind having my picture taken, for admittedly, I am gorgeous. Also, the camera is funny and sometimes I like to talk to it. But seriously, every new outfit, every new location, every day? It is taking important time out of my life that I could otherwise spend cooing adoringly at the tile on the bathroom wall. I love tile. Tile is my friend.
Daddy used to say he wouldn't let Mommy dress me in overalls. Where's his backbone? Tell the woman "no" now and then, Dad!
Is this really an appropriate place for picture taking? Geez, Mom, you're embarrassing.
I am not even dressed. Have you no shame? I don't care if the dumpy one did make this diaper!
This shirt is humiliating. It's a good thing you can't see the mini skirt I'm wearing with it. My mother is turning me into a hoochie-mama and no one cares!
Another outfit, more pictures. They took about fifty. They all look about like this. See what I mean?
A robe and slippers. What, do they think I'm going to slip when I walk? I CAN'T EVEN ROLL OVER. Nor can I sit in a chair, so what am I doing here?
But I have to admit that sometimes the pictures are pretty cute. My friend the bear is fun. I can't wait to go back to Granny's house!!
Love,
Evelyn.
p.s. They just started calling me "Possum Charlie" and then laughing like they think they're funny. If they don't cut it out, I'm not going to sleep through the night again until I'm ten. They've been warned.
Please help me. My parents seem to think I am nothing but a tiny doll that they can dress up and take pictures of. All. The. Time. It's not that I mind having my picture taken, for admittedly, I am gorgeous. Also, the camera is funny and sometimes I like to talk to it. But seriously, every new outfit, every new location, every day? It is taking important time out of my life that I could otherwise spend cooing adoringly at the tile on the bathroom wall. I love tile. Tile is my friend.
Daddy used to say he wouldn't let Mommy dress me in overalls. Where's his backbone? Tell the woman "no" now and then, Dad!
Is this really an appropriate place for picture taking? Geez, Mom, you're embarrassing.
I am not even dressed. Have you no shame? I don't care if the dumpy one did make this diaper!
This shirt is humiliating. It's a good thing you can't see the mini skirt I'm wearing with it. My mother is turning me into a hoochie-mama and no one cares!
Another outfit, more pictures. They took about fifty. They all look about like this. See what I mean?
A robe and slippers. What, do they think I'm going to slip when I walk? I CAN'T EVEN ROLL OVER. Nor can I sit in a chair, so what am I doing here?
But I have to admit that sometimes the pictures are pretty cute. My friend the bear is fun. I can't wait to go back to Granny's house!!
Love,
Evelyn.
p.s. They just started calling me "Possum Charlie" and then laughing like they think they're funny. If they don't cut it out, I'm not going to sleep through the night again until I'm ten. They've been warned.
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Date: 2007-07-16 12:51 pm (UTC)Hope you don't mind me being nosey - I found your link from Glenna's page.
We miss you.
Rebecca