High Top Fade

With Hubs:

Pretty much my favorite photo ever. Cube's high school yearbook shot.

The Need for Swedes

Apparently this is the standard response to finding out that Ikea is not, in fact, moving into your area.

Me and Hubs:

Me and a friend:

The Roof (of My Mouth) Is on Fire

With my parents:

If It Itches...

More texting with my mom.

(Autocorrect changed "shopping" to "scratching")

Extraterrestrial Ecstacy

Again with my neighborhood ladies.

Taken out of Context I Must Seem So Strange

Conversations with my best girls sometimes end up in weird places.

Lie in It

Our master bed is ridiculously difficult to make and we typically make it a two-person job. I decide to tackle it myself one night and Hubs walks in on me.

Hubs: We have grapes, right?
Me: Yes.
Hubs: When you're done with that, you should come downstairs and feed me some. [walks out]