We're that Little Extra Spice that Makes Existence Extra-Nice
And nobody told me that the library was closed on Friday. Mumblegrumble. Grumpfrump. Ugh. But I got envelopes, anyway.
So! I've uploaded some pictures from Tia's craaaazy graduation celebration on the 6th. Under a cut for people who don't care. (Mike took about half of these, so just assume that any of the interesting or good ones were taken by him.)
Look at all that damn food.
Wait for it...
There we go.
Look at this! Becky even made bread. What a lady.
But these lovely snickerdoodles were made by another grand lady: Tia's brother Arron.
Oh, Stasia.
Yes, smooch smooch to you too, Mike.
Norvell eats more angrily than anybody I know.
More angrily than Pepita, certainly.
Mike got bored and started double-lensing. I don't know either.
Enter the most delicious Andes mint brownies on the planet. ON THE PLANET.
Okay, this picture was all Mike. My boyfriend is a classy guy.
And then Norvell decided to make out with his chicken bone while staring at Philip.
Stasia brought a game called Stuff, and we played it. We played the heck out of that game, and made many references to giants teabagging people to death and such. You know, the usual.
And because it's always this kind of party at the Shelleys' house, Ward decided it was time for a little fire juggling.
Braden, ladies and gentlemen.
And the lovely lady who makes deliciously amazing snickerdoodles.
I think I sense a theme here...
Yup, giant faces.
Aww yeah.
And we're reminded of just how attractive Philip really is.
As if there wasn't enough food, Braden decided to make pasta and pesto.
Chillaxin'?
Gifts just confuse Tia, I guess.
It surprises absolutely nobody, I think, that Mike and Ward got into a standoff.
I think Norvell's message to our tiny graduate was the most heartfelt.
Hello, me. And we're out.
Got all eighty bajillion pictures over here, including at least forty of Norvell and his chicken bone. I hope you feel proud, Tiardiar.
So! I've uploaded some pictures from Tia's craaaazy graduation celebration on the 6th. Under a cut for people who don't care. (Mike took about half of these, so just assume that any of the interesting or good ones were taken by him.)
Look at all that damn food.
Wait for it...
There we go.
Look at this! Becky even made bread. What a lady.
But these lovely snickerdoodles were made by another grand lady: Tia's brother Arron.
Oh, Stasia.
Yes, smooch smooch to you too, Mike.
Norvell eats more angrily than anybody I know.
More angrily than Pepita, certainly.
Mike got bored and started double-lensing. I don't know either.
Enter the most delicious Andes mint brownies on the planet. ON THE PLANET.
Okay, this picture was all Mike. My boyfriend is a classy guy.
And then Norvell decided to make out with his chicken bone while staring at Philip.
Stasia brought a game called Stuff, and we played it. We played the heck out of that game, and made many references to giants teabagging people to death and such. You know, the usual.
And because it's always this kind of party at the Shelleys' house, Ward decided it was time for a little fire juggling.
Braden, ladies and gentlemen.
And the lovely lady who makes deliciously amazing snickerdoodles.
I think I sense a theme here...
Yup, giant faces.
Aww yeah.
And we're reminded of just how attractive Philip really is.
As if there wasn't enough food, Braden decided to make pasta and pesto.
Chillaxin'?
Gifts just confuse Tia, I guess.
It surprises absolutely nobody, I think, that Mike and Ward got into a standoff.
I think Norvell's message to our tiny graduate was the most heartfelt.
Hello, me. And we're out.
Got all eighty bajillion pictures over here, including at least forty of Norvell and his chicken bone. I hope you feel proud, Tiardiar.