Because I’m loser-ing it up here this week, I’m going to confess that I forgot my nephew’s birthday.
I know. I’m awesome. Cringe.
My apologies to his moms, who already know what a dipshit I am.
If it makes you feel any better, here’s a photo of Quinn feverishly working on J’s birthday picture.
Much love from the lamest sister/sister-in-law/aunt who ever existed.
J, your gift is in the mail. I love you! Happy 3rd Birthday!