The Red Tent of Flinger-ville. Or something like that but modern and with less hay bails. 03/Jan/2012

It was a familiar feeling, one I can easily conjure up in my mind. Not until I was leaving did I realize how long it’s actually been that the four of us where together in the same house. What was it, 1995? Was I married back then? Did Dani have to wear a bra back then? Did Kim have kids? Was I battling gray hair?

Girls

My sister, my mother, my cousin and I sat drinking sprite infused juice (cough) while taking copious amounts of photos... Read more