Here's Britt easter morning, basking in her egg-hunt glory.
Christmas. This photo is strange because my brother's not in it, but he'd want me to blur his face out anyway. Check out our cat Pickles, and my Cabbage Patch Kid, Joy.
This counts as a legendary picture, because it is the first time Britt and I met, and I am really f-ing excited.
"YEAH. THIS BABY'S GONNA ROCK." Britt, as you can see, is not as affected as I.
I am wearing a shirt that says "TURTLES" on it.
This photo is also legendary, as it documents the very moment that Britt transformed from a sweet little child-baby into a badass mofo. On her second birthday.
"Yeah, that's right. It's MY birthday, punk."
Actually... I just wanted you all to see this cool sweater my mom made me.
LOOK AT HOW SPACED OUT WE ARE IN THIS PHOTO. (Britt on the far right, me second from the left).
And a picture that exemplifies the era I grew up in: the late 80's. The hair. The glasses. I am wearing a scrunchie.
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And here we are, freaks to this very day.