Just in Case you Wanted to see my Sister as a 50-Year-Old Man

In Jared's email last week he told us he had a dream that Rachael got really fat and grew a mustache. Well, my family could probably be described as many things, but I'm not sure "normal" is one of them, so obviously we had to see what Rachael would look like fat/mustached. 

I don't know what's more frightening: the way she looks or the fact that there's actually an iPhone app to do that.

Also, is it just me or is that mustache kinda lopsided/covering one nostril? She couldn't even breathe with that thing. Shame on those mustache-app developers for not spending more time writing formulas for realistically-placed upper lip hair. (Too bad Napoleon wasn't involved because I'm 99.7% positive that he'd have spent way longer on that little detail than they did).

But now I feel kind of guilty sharing this with the internet world [you're welcome] so I should probably mention that Rachael actually weighs like 3 pounds, has no facial hair above her upper lip that I'm aware of, and usually looks a lot more like this:

(The "headshot" I took for her drama class picture . . . I take other people's homework assignments very seriously).

What I've learned from this experience is that obesity/facial hair is not a good look for the Andersen family. Or at least the female members of the Andersen family.

Actually it's not a great look for John either but I promised I wouldn't let that picture ever see the light of day. It's oh-so tempting but even if I wasn't big on promises, he has more than a couple nightmare-inducing pictures of me. So . . . we're just not going to go there.