Mercifully (for me), this year, proceedings returned to their normal rhythms. Held at the respective studios. A two-day affair. Saturday = Waynesburg. Sunday = Washington.
Last year quarantine forced the stay-at-home edition of Picture Day, whose gravity I was unable to escape.
This year called for less desperate measures, leaving Karry and Emma to tag team this, their 12th edition of the annual amalgam of yelling, hair, make-up, costumes, and teenage angst.
Preparations began weeks in advance. Came home one day to find Emma outside in the driveway with a pair of tap shoes and a can of neon pink spray paint.
“Don’t ask,” was all she said.
My Karry radar began ringing in my head.
Me: You’re taking precautions, yes?
She: I’m not making a mess if that’s what you’re asking.
Emma has convinced herself that she rarely, if ever, makes messes.
Her conviction is strong. She’d probably pass a lie detector.
In truth — and I say this lovingly — she’s a disaster.Continue reading