As I was saying, I spent a day, going through pics (like this one) and racking my brain, trying to come up with ideas for the Hallmark Card Competition. The theme, I should mention, was teens and birthdays and teens and Valentine’s Day. Piece ‘o cake, right?
Um…birthdays, fine. Valentine’s Day, not so much. Because eventually, I realized that it was supposed to be cards from adults to teens, not teens to teens. All I’m saying is that if you start thinking about Valentine’s cards from an adult to a teen, your brain strays into a very weird, pretty awkward place. Or maybe that’s just me.
The point is, all that awkwardness reminded me of Awkward Family Photos. Which has very little, if anything, to do with writing–or even a card competition (because you can’t use other people’s photos without permission). But it has a lot to do with awkward hilarity. And made me feel a whole lot better about the hours I spent, trying to write a funny Valentine’s card from an adult to a teen.
(And made me wonder about this: if you know enough to send your pic into Awkward Family Photos, why would you have that pic in the first place? Or is that just me?)
Oh, my goodness. Where did you find that site. It’s hysterical. Better than WalMart pics, really, because these people are sending in their own pics and they aren’t as disgusting as the people of WalMart pics.
Oh my goodness – those are definitely some awkward photos on that site. That people send in themselves?! Ha. Good luck with all your contests!
I was laughing so hard this afternoon that I thought I’d bust a gut. I mean, I was sure that was just an expression, but…whew. I totally get it now.
I got my niece the book of Awkward Family Photos for Christmas, along with Awkward Family Pet Photos, and Creepy-Ass Dolls. We spent the afternoon yukking it up. And thankfully, not yakking up our Christmas dinner.
Ah, what people will do for their fifteen minutes of fame. I just hope no photos ever appear with me in them. Are you reading this, my dear relatives? Because I look like the people in those photos in every family picture. (Eyes closed, eyes wide open, buttons crooked, hair sticking up, you choose it, I’ve done it.)
Okay, I take it back. I haven’t done the tattoo on my pregnant belly. Perhaps in my next life.