I feel like I might be en route to being the biggest fan of this pair. From the gentle, tender way they attacked an Adams Avenue Bookstore cat with corporal-punishment-amounts of cuddling, to their wild hand-dance moves while boozing it up at Sycamore Den, I just want to squeeze them until forever. I feel like I want them to adopt me so I can sit in on every little loving and excessively ridiculous moment they share. Up to little bits of mischief and play in everything they do, from thrifting adventure projects to selecting the appropriate tequila cocktail, I want in on their world. I have FOMO just thinking about it now. Like, in a good way.
Their October wedding is going to be everything good and surely some troublemaking, too. I can’t wait.
Having the whole place to ourselves was such a special treat. And allowed little quiet moments like this one to shine. Plus, this place that’s basically dad’s basement is awesome, even when filled with people.
No but seriously y’all. ROCKO’S MODERN LIFE, HOLY POOPERS.
So if you haven’t figured it out by now, these two are ALL THE SILLINESS. And I love it all up. They didn’t need some epic backdrop—a perriwinkle wall that’s cracked all over? WE GOTS THIS.
Traded their sunnies, YUP.
Just really channeling Mother Teresa, I guess?
Livin’ the cats and books good life. As you can see these two do not enjoy felines whatsoever.
We just had to go back to this awesome wall, and they threw on what they each identify as their most “them” outfits, and I just love them to pieces, the end.