She gets her energy from neither her mom nor her dad, as I'm pretty sure we took this picture from the window, while eating Nutty Bars.
My dog, my unopened wedding gifts (Mike is a patient man, and it is my mission to kill that part of him. I have so far been unsuccessful), and Tori & Dean: Inn Love on TV.
Horrifying, yes, but I'm wearing new glasses that I have yet to share.
Our driveway. Our dog. Our sold car. Our never-will-be-sold motorcycle.
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Also, a little side-note: AMERICAN IDOL, I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU MORE THAN I HATE YAPPY DOGS AND TRAFFIC. Chris, if it makes you feel any better, I totally love you and I'm fairly certain I can convince Mike to let you move in with us. We'll have such fun. Call me.