If We Weren't Related...

Disconcerting conclusion reached today while dusting the family photos at my grandma's: the goofy 1920s Spanish student mustache notwithstanding, my great-grandfather was pretty cute. In a lanky, bespectacled sort of way. I can kind of see why my great-grandmother might think running off and eloping with him was worth getting disowned by her family.

WHAT THE HELL, SELF.