Headed to the Shania Twain concert. I won't deny that I knew all of her songs.
An explanation for above: Mike's boss spilled wine on himself at dinner, before the concert, so we thought it'd be hilarious to buy him a Shania shirt he could change into.
Someone beat us to it. With the exact same shirt. But the joy on both of their faces is absolutely priceless.
The lady herself just taking in the crowd.
Half of the Blues Brothers eating ice cream. With sprinkles, of course.
The splash pad near our house is pretty sweet. Luckily Declyn doesn't like to get soaking wet, so even if we don't have a bathing suit we're safe to play near it because I know he won't completely submerge himself. James and Brent, on the other hand, there's no way an inch of them is dry.
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