Always my main man.

Always my main man.

Home. That’s me with the striped bib and ribbon belt, hollaaaa.  

Home. 

That’s me with the striped bib and ribbon belt, hollaaaa.  

And because I just spent an hour going through family photos from 1991, laughing and crying my butt off…

And because I just spent an hour going through family photos from 1991, laughing and crying my butt off…

They tried to get me to make a guest appearance in this and I told them they couldn’t afford me…slash I hate cameras and cameras hate me. But look how great these two look! Still hoping I look half as good as my mom in 25 years…or now, now would be good, too.