Only this time, the madness belongs to my crew…
I posted about my friend Kristin and her girlies’ photo booth proclivities a couple of weeks ago, but, truth be told, my own family is pretty addicted to the photo booth situation.
We jump in any and every booth we come across (sadly, few and far between in Dallas) and, as such, have amassed quite the little collection. Over the weekend, I decided to group all the strips together on our pantry doors. Now as we’re reaching in for the granola, we can check out our collective mugs (in all their vampy, silly, crazy splendor) over the years.
It’s good stuff.