We had a little fundraising shindig for the Montessori school last weekend.
There was a photo booth.
If you ever needed any proof that Mike and I:
a.) don’t get out much
b.) aren’t to be trusted alone together
c.) are 37-going-on-12?
Well, here’s the pudding.
Like the photo booth, you can rent us for parties.
Mike says
You think I’m just looking at your boobs? Good thing you can’t see my hands!
angie says
I can’t take you anywhere.