It’s not what it looks like, officer.

“Ok, Kate. Let’s get in the carseat. Time to take Emma to preschool!”

BAM!

“Holy shit. OH MY GOD YOUR FATHER. Don’t say shit.”

My life with Scott in one picture.

And it’s still not cleaned 5 days later. My garage smells like iron.
** Authorities – this massacre is deer blood. There are no dead human bodies here.

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