This weekend, I got to see Liz for the first time in… ages.
I made one request: shower so I can take a cute picture of us together.
She made one request: drink enough to at least get tipsy.
I obliged; she didn’t.
We finally settled on an American Gothic-esque pose. I think it works for us.
In fact, I was really excited about it. Also, I was two vodka sodas in.
On a slightly unrelated note, I need fewer friends with blue eyes. Red eye reduction is a huge pain. Ugh.
