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Steven and our visitor, Sir Nigel Turnquist Buttons Esquire III, staring at a bug.
Sarah in the bath. There are better versions of this picture, but I'm not sure how happy Sarah would be with me posting her naked on the internet.
Artsy Alexa takes pictures of the inside of Hoag's car.
Ah! Gucci and Scaramouche! Now Hoag can never leave the couch. Heh heh heh.
Sammi, my lovely soulmate, being a good housewife and making me a Nutella quesedilla.
Tortilla!
Danny is going to attack the universe with that red . . . light saber . . . arrow . . . thing.
It's Danny's version of the Little Jew Boy. Except that he already is one.
Ohgodyum.
More of Danny coming to kill us all.
I woke up a couple weeks ago to a rainbow on my ceiling.
This is the best picture of the rainbow.
Gucci decided that sitting on my shoulder would be awesome. When Scaramouche saw him, he decided to jump on me and claw at my neck. So nice of him.
We are DDR losers.
By the way, this was a Greek or Glam party. I was glam. Craig was clearly Greek.
Oh, I guess the ties make them Greek AND Glam.
Props to Craig for taking the bizarre picture of my hand.
I am in love with this picture.
Aw, Fordalicious is all by himself.
Hmm. Ford has become a strange mountain of yellow.
Possibly the least attractive of Kiefer ever.
Pseudo artsy TVness?
Shauna, my sexy baby mama.
I love that this set of pictures has like, three different parties in it.
Rachelmay slightly disappears in this picture. It is amazing.
Fin.