Okay, first things first: The men here are FOXY. We were at a park, chilling out to some crappy music on the 4th, and dear god the menfolk need to wear shirts. Either that, or Anita (Mom's cousin) needs to get me a leash when we go out.
The brats are tolerable. Okay, Mackenzie is adorable, for an eating crying shit machine. Avery, the five year
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