Wednesday, March 26, 2014

For Shiggles

I use the word shiggles every now and again. It's shit and giggles. Shiggles. For shiggles. It might make me feel a bit more gangster. You know, this suburban white chick in her adorable dresses and adorkable glasses.

This afternoon, I took some photos with Dixon for shiggles. Instead of posting about death and sadness, or moroseness and being tired, I've decided to touch on something I adore. How my guy, the big oaf, my Doofus, the hilariously clumsy fool that he is, doesn't mind taking selfies with me. In fact, I think he kind of likes it.

Here is how we spent the evening.

It's all love. All the time.

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