Lip Service

So this is how it usually goes:

 

And suddenly this is how it went down this weekend while camping:

***Fifteen minutes later***

And then I may have spontaneously erupted in laughter for the next hour while Rob tried to be patient with his hardened, mean-spirited lump of a wife. (And then he might have laughed a little too.) Later that day, I may have also taken photos of a somewhat bemused Rob while he drove and I continued to laugh in anticipation of this post. And then later at home, he may have laughed at the 143 unphotogenic photos he took of me while camping. And then I may have felt completely justified in telling this story to you.

The End.

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