On the right is my sister. Truth: we took this in the dark, and when I looked at the photo, I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. No, really. I was gasping, it scared her, and me, and my nephews.
Lefterly, that’s my friend Dave. We were talking about photo-bombing because we were in the window of McSorley’s in NYC, and lots of people were taking pictures outside. He held this pose while I fumbled for my phone. He’s such a good sport.
It’s his fault the two photos merged in photoshop (you can tell by the pixels) and I just about can’t look directly at it without getting hysterical. The original featured Nate taking a pretend bite out of the styrofoam thing. I know he’s back there, and I giggle knowing that.
So much for wit; I’m a sucker for goofy face-making.