i'm taking you home with me.
it's time for you to meet the family.
we will not bring this up again until i feel ready to talk about it.
these are my parents.
my mother is in nursing school (top of her class! yay mom!)
she really enjoys tofu and is the best mother i've ever had.
this is papa deaver. he likes pretending to read.
my brothers are spread out across the country. sort of. i don't see them very often, and even less frequently are we all together at the same dinner table. when we are, it's cute.
this is liam. he's the youngest.
he's normal and adorable.
lately he's been getting into photography. this really makes me happy.
we went on a photo trip together the second day i was in tucson.
his:
mine:
cool, right?
i'm really proud of him.
this is asher.
he takes fashion and sad music very serously.
he recently stopped wearing makeup, stating that "...spring '08 is all about a more laid-back, relaxed sort of look."
he also adores thrifted pleather.
the other guy in the red pleather is my brother john.
he's the black-sheep of the family.
he wears hollister, drives a neon and has a hair cut like tin-tin.
i'm fairly understanding, but sometimes my parents are a little hard on him.
he opened my eyes to the wonder that is flight of the conchords, by putting on a wig and climbing into bed with his laptop next to my shirtless brother james, (who yes, is reading a dictionary in this picture,) and telling me, "it's business time."
(actually, wait, that's not how it happened at all. james took off his shirt, climbed into bed and put the wig on john, who then screamed "don't touch me (insert profanity)" and tried to slap him. (ladies don't punch.) in the commotion he caught his reflection in the mirror by the bed and said, "wow... i'm kind of a pretty lady..." and they both broke into previously mentioned song.)
james likes to be a pretty lady all the time.
he also dances funny and lives in a gyspy wagon in my parents front yard.
my parents live in a bigger gypsy wagon in their front yard.
(that is someone elses front yard.)
it's ok. you don't have to say anything.
i'll give you a day or two to process.
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