Date night rolled around again so we decided to spend the evening at the batting cages.
Andrew's turn:
Not soft enough in my opinion:
No wonder kids are screwed up:
If Andrew loved me he would have won me a new "quality" watch:
Mmmm, sweat treats after a hard session at the batting cages. This would be a huge cookie topped with ice cream, whipped cream, and a cherry. We both felt sick afterwards:
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