Last night, G and I went to the movies with these two peeps:

And when Em and Jamison met us there, I noticed this:

That’s right, we wore the same shirt.  Pretty funny.  And weird.  My mom used to dress us alike when we were kids…maybe we should start doing that again.

G is wearing a shirt that says he was in Romania.  He never went to Romania…I did.  He says that because I went to Romania and we’re married, that means that he went to Romania.  Really?  I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.

We’re heading to Mexico today…if you want to steal our stuff while we’re gone, please take our couch.  It’s not valuable, but I’d really like to get a new one.  Thanks!