My First Washington Weekend.

Who would I have been NOT to booty dance for this car?

Who?

(HANDS ON YA KNEES; HANDS ON YA KNEES)

I'd like to thank Gina for giving me white teeth.

Who needs a dentist when you've got PhotoShop...

Don't ask;

Don't tell.

Maybe I used that last caption
a little too soon.

My "special" friends.

My shoe-ular phone.

The guy on the other end was a real heel.
side note; I look like a picnic table.

Hercaleeees; Hercaleeees.

(I hope you clapped your hands as you read that.)

For those of you wondering...

THERE ARE NO CAMERAS ALLOWED IN THE CASINO.
That being said;

I took a few.
I like to call this one; Penny Sluts.

Purple leaves; Purple leaves.

Purple leaves; Purple leaves.
Sing it if you know it!

This picture pretty much sums up the night...

Now that the tune's stuck in your head...

One more time.

Purple leaves... Purple leaves..
You take it from here..

The Prince & Princess of the playground.

I still can't do the monkey bars.

Don't judge.

I said we had to take an emo picture of Gina on the playground.

She protested.

But, because I know what the people want to see...

I fought for it.
I WIN.

GABE!
My newest nephew.

Me: You two look like lesbians.

Gina: No, this is what lesbians look like.

SHE WINS.

My new brotha, sista, and neffews.
Is that a little racist...?

Who knows...

You know that episode of Reba where Barbara Jean documents her

and Brock's vacation by taking pictures of her feet....

Yep.
I did.

Me & The new crew.

Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside.
'round the outside.

(Alright, there's the Eminem quote you've all been waiting for.)
(Your welcome)

All we need is a blanket and we've got ourselves another...

Blanket....

(No babies were harmed during shooting of these photos.)









Angel & Gabe.

I knew me and her would get along as soon as she

yelled at the ghetto girls on their front porch.

Rich looks crreeeeeepy.
Like...Someone I wouldn't let near my kids.

(But...that's his son. And he's a great dad.)

This kid is precious.
PRECIOUS.

I gotta feelin' (oooh-oooh).
It was wrong.