She’s to blame, or thank…

I was over my sister’s house last weekend for a cookout and one of her friends took this picture for me.

I honestly can’t remember the last time my sister and I took a picture together.

She made my first 16 years a living hell, so she’s the one to blame (or thank) for some of the stories on this blog.


Why she’s shoving her baps at me, I have no idea.