I've been fretting about getting Ernest's senior pictures taken, which reminded me I'd never framed his 8th grade picture. It was sitting on a shelf in its original packaging. And worse, Frank's (6 years older) was in a trunk.
I'd bought cheap frames at Michael's a few weeks ago. How cheap? One of them fell apart as I unpackaged it. Not wanting to make the 40 mile drive to return it, I fixed it with glue and the staple gun.
So here are my beautiful 8th grade boys.
Now if only I could find some empty wall space for them.