This is my baby brother Eric ...

I know it's sometimes hard to tell that we are related, given that he has a steady job, owns a house and knows how to cook, but our mutual love of bacon is a dead giveaway.

Yesterday we married him off, so I had to get dressed up all classy, and put on underwear and brush my hair, and act all sophisticated like, you know?

Which lasted for about the length of that (↑) exposure (the sophisticated-acting part, I mean. I managed to keep my underwear on the the entire evening ... )

Just for the record ... HE started it.

Actually, to be completely accurate, these two (↓) are the ones who ACTUALLY started it ...

They are the ones who, after being assigned as high school chemistry partners, thought it would be brilliant to ACTUALLY do some ... uhhh ... homework.

And NOW look what their little science experiment led to ...

They tried to undo their handiwork by marrying off us older girls, but then my sister just showed up with MORE of them.

But world, here's where the news gets really scary. Turns out this Bartleman thing is not just a reproduction problem ... apparently you can just voluntary convert.

Yesterday, THIS girl (↓) started off the day as Amanda Bernier ...

And then, halfway through, she just ... switched. Just like that. Some lady was like "Hey Amanda, do you want to be a Bartleman?" and then Amanda was like, "Yeah, sure, why not?" and then the lady asked Eric "You cool with that?" and Eric was all like "Sure, whatevs," and then the lady was like "Okey-dokey then, you are now a Bartleman" and by the end of the night Amanda was screaming "Wayne's World" lines and throwing grapes into people's mouths from across the room and planning a revival of the epic Who-Flung-Dung contest.

See what happens when I wear a dress?