creeperton gangnam style

i married a man who...

prays for our football team before a game.

specifically for no injuries to certain key players.

sings along to j.biebs in the car, without realizing it until it's too late.

[my work here is done.]

keeps me up all night quoting seinfeld

instead of letting me sleep. 

let us take the best hipster engagements 

the world has ever seen. 

protects me from barking dogs

on our evening walks.

buys me a book for my birthday

because he knows how i feel about the 1920s.

cooks an entire pound of bacon

for a dinner consisting of two blt's with bacon on the side.

sends me emails of the original "opa gangnam style" and it's variations, 

leaves me "opa gangnam style" crayon messages in the shower,

and sings the song non-stop as soon as he gets home.

if only he could dance like that little boy in the beginning...

he'd be perfect. 

this is one of those "look close and 'like' if you see it" internet pixxx

and now, a word from us kids!
aka: a list of things i love about this picture:

||mama creepin' in the background||

||azn eyes are a sign of true happiness||

||that sexxxi gold + wood nixon watch||
||the black stripe in my pants for ultimate comfort and hipster points||

||cory's mint* shirt from his high school thrifting days||

||ashley's perfect coral tank||

||unintentional wedding color coordination||

||my ginger and his LIKEABOSS stance||

*i swear it's mint. 

i'm not color blind,

iphones are. 

p.s.
seven. 

the kind of face only a ginger could love.

p.s. eight days. 

looks like my 2009 obsession with taking azn pictures has finally paid off.

today, i am this many.

double deuces

baybaay.

i look the same.

i feel the same.

i am the same.

the only thing that's changed 

is i actually got ready for work today.

must be a sign of maturity. 

and let's give a shout out to mama and papa 

for deciding to have a baby 

twenty-two years and nine months ago.

you done good.