I am ever mindful of the net gains Stacy's gene pool brings to the family mix. Take her Aunt Joyce, for example. When she was 19 she was crowned "Miss Washington" and spent a year sitting on convertibles, smiling and rotating her hand from the elbow. Unfortunately, in keeping with the misguided times of the late 60's, early 70's, she was inexplicably overlooked for the national title. They must have had replacement referees that year.
Stacy was working through some old family photos and pulled out some of these.
Joyce is one of those rare people who are drop-dead gorgeous and commensurately as warm and sweet in disposition as you always hope beautiful people will be, but know enough not to get your hopes up. Sometime I'll look at L (or N, when he's wearing L's dresses) and see a flicker of Joyce and think, "Whoo-Hoo! My genes got trumped!"
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| Aunt Joyce with Grandma Ann and Grampa Ed |
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| OK, so maybe it wasn't all glamour and glory... |
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| Our Joycers |
I am ever mindful of the net gains Stacy's gene pool brings to the family mix. Take her Aunt Joyce, for example. When she was 19 she was crowned "Miss Washington" and spent a year sitting on convertibles, smiling and rotating her hand from the elbow. Unfortunately, in keeping with the misguided times of the late 60's, early 70's, she was inexplicably overlooked for the national title. They must have had replacement referees that year.
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