Day Six Hundred and Seventy-Seven

The Pieces

When Adam leaves me, everything falls to pieces.

And this tragedy was all his fault...he's the one that brings water glasses into the bathroom. Not me. And he's the one that leaves them on the ledge of the counter. Not me. The glass in my foot was also his fault...since he wasn't here to clean it up when I knocked it to the floor. Bad Honey. Stop leaving me all alone :(

Awwww...how could you ever be upset with a face like his?! So handsome. And so so cute.

So, remember when I posted Adam with all those baseball hickeys? This is what they're from! Little suctions! Weird, huh?! (I think they're working though!)
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AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOMMY DEAREST!
I love you with all my heart and am so blessed to have you to call Mama.