they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

at last.

b's in the bathroom. i hear, "ah, ha! i found them. i found my manpreeeees."

that's right. those would be shants. as in shorts that aren't quite pants. but anyway, he finally found them. after two weeks of looking and having to wear his old 'yard-work shorts.'

good thing, too. those shants weren't cheap.

have i mentioned how much i love this man? because i do.


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