All was doom and gloom until I discovered that the packing peanuts included in our latest wedding present, through the magic of static, could be used to adorn the dog's heads. I'm pretty sure this form of entertainment will ward off any misery I suffer at having to stuff them into trash bags while they blow about and end up in the neightbors' yards in the future.
Thanks to J's Uncle Bobby, I, as well as all of you out there (J, I am your wife and we are bonded eternally by law and by the Lord above and you cannot divorce me for publishing pictures of you in a bunny rabbit outfit, ok?) can see what my precious husband looked like as a youngster all ready for Halloween, or for just hanging out at home having a good time.
Bobby pulled me aside on our recent trip to Connecticut and handed me a white envelope, explaining that he had some blackmail material for me. There was no way in hell I was going to deprive my friends and the world wide web of this. My Justin. I couldn't love anyone more.
