Kristi and her own personal Josh liked to play with their box often (x-box that is).
Josh proves to everyone that he has ears.
Well, that’s me. :o/
Yep, I enjoy sitting on occasion.
Kristi yawns and pretends to be tired so she can lure her Josh into the bedroom in order to have her way with him.
“Hey Joshes, get together so I can take a picture of you!” This is followed by a discomforting glance between the two of them while they figure out how to be in the same picture while remaining as far away from each other as humanly possible.
We grab time for a picture before playing an invigorating game of “Squint” (and no, a high vocabulary is not necessary in order to play this game). Shortly after this picture was taken, the group was alarmed and terrified when they laid eyes on some handicapped french fries.
Another disturbing day… I’ve never, in my entire godforsaken life, seen anyone drink as much birch beer as Kristi downed in the short period of time we were at this quaint restaurant. I was shocked and appalled.
And here’s the happy hungry couple again.
While this picture may contain Kristi and her Josh, it was truly meant to be a picture of the bird that can be seen in the upper left-hand corner.
