This weekend I went to a friend’s stag & doe near Chatham which turned out to be as advertised, good times! After copious amounts of beer, pulled pork (cooked for over 12 hours), drinking games and two 6ft sub sandwiches, these two guys decided to wind down the night in matching onesies. It was hilarious to see them wonder around in their coordinated outfits and part of me was a little jealous that I didn’t get the memo because I could of been Thing Three. Yes, I have a red onesie.
I’m trying something new, I’m scheduling photos in the wee hours of morning instead of in the evening. This way I can be in people’s RSS feed managers first thing in the morning instead of an evening read.