Sketches by Aunt Heather
We turned our backs for a second and she got ahold of a marker and
some paper and made this horrible mess.
From left to right: me (Bob), Uncle Mike, my brother Jeff.
My brother Jeff:
My parent's poopy dog, Megan, or sometimes Visa (she's everywhere you want to be):
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Last modified: Mon Dec 4 15:07:05 1995
