At one of our favorite restaurants on the whole planet...
(We're classy like that.)
While we waited for our food, Jenn took a photo of us...
It turned out surprisingly well. Not because of Jenn. She's a photographer. That was no surprise. Because of me. I am inherently non-photogenic. Matt is always perfectly photogenic. It's sickening, really.
We ordered (and ate disgusting amounts of) wings...
and pizza...
(We're classy like that.)
After a nice, relaxing, glutenous dinner, we went back to Jenn and Todd's for dessert. Jenn rode with us and Todd went to pick up their three boys from a local VBS.
And then... THEN...
All you-know-what broke loose.
There was furniture jumping...
Ceiling fan shooting...
(That fan was going full blast... impressive.)
and all out chaos...
I then began hyperventilating and crying to Jenn, "I don't want three boys. Save me. I don't want three boys..." I was a sad and ugly sight.
Ant then... THEN, Matt got in on the action...
And I realized something. Within the next six to twelve months, I'm going to have FOUR little boys.
I'M DOOMED.
The End.
