Everyone has eggs they’ve met from a long time ago or have some strange or distant connection with. Thanks to my loyal (?) readers, I’ll be able to hook back up with a few of them.

l3rucewayne managed to meet my old high school math professor, Mr. Ahmalette, with balding hair and everything! I don’t know who the guy on the right is, but he looks like a dweeb compared to me (don’t you get puffed up, human readers; he’s still more attractive than 80% of you. Although Annie will never be part of the 80%, wink, wink.)

As mentioned a while back, Dinosaur Mom has a picture of one of my distant cousins. And because I’m not from the Deep South, do not harbor a particular attraction to her (that’s not the best thing to joke about.)

Sworn Enemy sent Donnie a New Year’s post card, which, unbeknownst to them, has one of the kids from my old neighborhood in the back. And of course Donnie won’t be back for another few weeks, so I can’t scan it and show you…dang it.