But I can't tell you, because my mom gets all freaked out about using real names and all.
So this past week we've been blessed to have the majority of My Man's family in town. I never got all the "rotten in-law" jokes. Because mine, in a word, ROCK.
They came. We played. We blessed the NBC. They left. I cried.
But not before we took some pictures.
I have my priorities in order.
I love my men. That is all.