If I'm ever tempted to take myself too seriously (hopefully never), you could always whip out this old gem:
4th of July parade, Provo, Utah.
My hair, the knee socks, the (very) short little terry cloth jumpsuit. The vintage adidas. The hands-on-hip stance and the not-amused expression. Photobombing my brother's close-up. (Sorry, Matt.)
Just keeping it classy, 1978.