Yesterday, Boyfriend and I were having your average Sunday. We went out to brunch, did a quick Target run and then headed over to hang out with his parents and little bros to watch the Colts dominate (read: squeak in a win against) the Lions, attempt to fix his dad’s computer problems (result = failure.) and help put up their Christmas tree.
And then I came across this guy.
I don’t know that I need to say anything else here.