I made him a shirt with him when he was 4. Or 5. H couldn't remember/count the candles in the pic. It's clearly 4. Come on. First signs of aging already. Tear.
Horacio had a surprise party waiting at his parents' house. He was a little nervous for what would transpire, so the little whiner got a little wine.
Shades on--look at those flames!
GAH, I hate when I smile like this; I look like such a tool/salesman.
Playing soul/funk music, per usual!
1 comment:
i love your saleslady smile! HB, H!!
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