I've got Valentine's Day on the brain, and thanks to two snow days in a row, have had time to play with vintage images I've found in local antique malls.
I plan on making some ornaments and more bunting, but for now I'm indulging my humorous side:
Dear Husband and Danielle both say that the expressions the photographer captured on these two may have, in fact, been caused by someone...
... passing gas.
If ~that~ isn't humorous, what is?