There are a lot of times that I catch Mark doing funny things. Or, things he thinks are totally normal until he realizes that I am trying to take a picture and then he is all, wait, I am weird and then runs away from me before I can capture said weirdness.
A couple months ago, we were desperate to watch some TV. Olivia was with my mom and Adelle was crying her fool head off and we were eating dinner and just wanted to watch some freaking Breaking Bad. You can only listen to your little adorable preshus screaming for so long before you need to witness a little bit of meth cooking and violence to balance it all out.
So I inhaled my food and swaddled Adelle, and Mark brought his food down to our dark basement and we watched some freaking Breaking Bad. At some point I looked over at Mark and realized that he was holding a flashlight up over his plate to eat his dinner.
LOL FORRRRRREVVVVVER OMG.
I missed that picture though. It was one of the very saddest days of my life.
I had to beg to catch this weirdness, which Mark self-titled, "Thug Life."
|It was a very serious shaving emergency, you see.|
And this pretty pretty princess bandage was the only thing
standing between my husband and a bleed out
via pesky hair follicle.