From left to right, Norma, MJ and Jason.
you never get lucky by a lake. even in minnesota.
Norma's crossing her legs to keep out the flies.
And yours are crossed to keep them in, MJ.
Ah yes...I remember it well. My bouffant was an homage to the swans there on Golden Pond.
Does Jason need to go and tinkle? His leg cross says "YES, and hurry up with this damned picture."