Audrey and I were out and about shopping (in my very own personal hell) to find her something not made of denim or fluffy cotton for her to wear on Easter.
My brother, Mike, kept texting Audrey asking her to take a picture of me, head on. Not too close. Not to far away.
Doods, a couple bites of perogies do NOT look good on me.
Back to Easter shopping.
Last Easter, Audrey and I compromised on white denim for Easter. This year, black soft, brushed denim. I love shopping with Audrey.
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