Today I decided I wanted to take some photos of Henry and Chooch, because it’s been awhile. Caution: Henry smiles in some of these. (SOME.)
It’s not easy for Chooch to make normal faces.
He was mad because I took him away from his dumb friends to, god forbid, spend family time together in the cemetery.
Henry could have buttoned his shirt at least once more so that he’d look less like second cousin Eugene who lost all his money in a cyber-mall pyramid scheme in 1998 and reeks of Wild Turkey and dumpster cabbage.
Henry’s favorite part of the day.
Life is rough, you guys.
LOL SORRY FOR THE PHOTO DUMP.