Tag...I'm it?

My friends, Trix and KB, have photo tagged me - which means I'm supposed to choose the fourth picture out of the fourth folder in my vast catalog of digital photos, then post the photo and tell something about it. After which, I tag four more people to do the same.

Honestly, I don't think I know four people with blogs to tag, who haven't already been tagged. But even more difficult is figuring out where to start with finding the fourth folder in my hodge podge collection of over ten years worth of photos. But here goes...

Well actually, after skimming thru my laptop's hard drive and finding some very comical pictures of Trix (and me), I've decided the most amusing thing to do in this situation would be to post those. Behold...

So, in the above picture, Trix and I have put a dollar or so into a machine to have it "morph" our photos into a single image -- supposedly showing you what your future child(ren) might look like, IF you happen to do this with your date...which Trix did...yikes.

(My memory is a little fuzzy on the subject -- after all, these were taken some time in 1999 -- but I don't recall there being a second date with this guy, although he was reasonably nice.)


Of course, while I'm poking fun at Trix, I should also mention that the next photo was partially responsible for our decision to get John a vasectomy. Meet Damian, our imaginary demon child.







And now for my tags...I don't have any. Trix already tagged all the bloggers I know. Maybe I will tag some people via email and post their responses on my blog? (Don't hold your breath...)