Tween Cherubs

Hello.....it's me....Annie Grace....

Here are The Cherubs with The Lady/My Keeper/My Headache. Only now they are Tween Cherubs. What were we called when we were that age? Tweens did not exist in Websters Dictionary back then.... so what were we? We had no cells, iPods, iPhone, gameboy,Wii or even Ugg's. (As you can imagine Mommy Dearest has a blank look on her face and a look of horror comes over her face....YES Mommy.....NO Uggs! Does she not remember or is her brain capacity really that superficial) As a teen the electronics today must be purely exhausting. These wonderful Tween Cherubs still manage to tolerate her after all these years. The drama, the immaturity, the shallowness, the loudness and probably what completes the tolerance.....the gifts. The gifts are a bribe to keep them young, in awe of her and most of all....continue to call her The Queen. I personally suspect brainwashing is involved but The Cleavers (Ward and June) just roll their eyes and sample new cocktails knowing she will be out the door in 24 hours limiting her influence to ...... reversible. I should point out one fact I know....The Rock Star....seen here on

Christmas Day is............... her influence is quite.....irreversible!

Anyway.....all of these pictures are called Spamalots (obnoxious photos one takes of themselves at a party by pointing a camera at themselves. The trick is to get it centered and at that time, no one realizes the angle is quite unflattering). So, here we have Tweens and two sisters who really still think they are still teenagers......and me.....left at home....alone. So these tweens give Mommy Dearest a coffee mug which leads me to believe that in some way they are still brainwashed. Here is the mug which has been clutched in her hands every morning.