I went to KS over the weekend to do a photo shoot and somehow ended up coming home with two new babies!
Sooooo, they haven’t named themselves yet, but we have a theme of naming them after favorite TV show characters.
On the way home, Jess and I were being shitheads and trolling Tom.
I’m such a turd.
I let it go on a couple hours.
Did I mention he teases me and picks on me A LOT? For nigh unto 22 YEARS?!
What’s good for the rooster…
I mean, goose. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.
When you have an anxiety disorder and you’re at a big dinner at a restaurant with a lot of people you don’t know AND you’re trusted with taking the pics of the one year old birthday boy AND you’re pretty sure you forgot how to people.