A photo essay of the Singer family, circa 1991 (or, the post in which I humiliate my entire family, including the dead dog)

So, when I went down to California I had to go through some pictures that got wet in the Winter of 2005 Garage Flooding Incident. I reboxed them and brought them home. Well, these pictures are kind of old. Okay, not ancient, but at least 15 to 17 years old. So, I decided to look through them and post some of my family. Here goes:

Here is Dad in all his resplendent early-90's glory. Notice the military issue, thick framed glasses. But no, folks, that's not a pocket protector. It's his glasses case.

Mom with a mullet. Need I say more?

Jenni on the trashed green couch we all loved so dearly.

I told you it wasn't that bad, Heather. **This one got off easy.**

Dani, with a typical Dani picture face.

Not sure why Kim's not wearing pants....

Okay, I LOOK LIKE HOWARD STERN!!!! Why didn't I cut my hair?

Even Dusty was prone to odd faces.

Well, there we all are in 1991. Luckily, we have all grown out of our '90s funk. Here is a picture of all of us at Heather's wedding in 2003. This picture is actually minus six children/grandchildren. One didn't want to be in the picture, three weren't adopted yet, one was still in my tummy, and one hadn't been created yet. But, here ya' go:

So, there we are. Aren't we cute? You know, it's been tough growing up in this family. We fight hard, but we also love hard. Any of us would throw down for any of the others, if we had to. I mean, I would fight 67 wild monkeys in a dark alley with only a pocket knife for a weapon to protect one of my sisters, if I had to. Not 68 wild monkeys, mind you. That might be more than I can handle.

Okay, I'm going to go now. I think that's enough of that. I hope you enjoyed this look into our past lives.