The Confirmation Candidate

See Ryan's face, he couldn't believe how lucky he was. How many guitars could he buy?

Then he realized who this gift was coming from. That's what you get for writing a "dear sponsor" letter.

He was PUNK'd




Kieran thought he was a waiter at the Dim Sum restaurant we were eating at.

Hey waiter, our tea is empty. See lid is off the teapot. Fill it, or no tip for you.

Actually we did leave a tip, a dirty diaper. There were no trash bins anywhere.

You weren't allowed to take any photos in the church. Not sure why. But they said anyone who did, would not be allowed past the pearly gates.

So to add some filler content I included photos from the previous weeks event: Raylan's christening. But Kieran and I were both not feeling well, so there's no photos at the church, just at the house. And kids making bubbles and Bob, looking like he needed to take a nap. Too much Orange-gina and Lemon-gina and Elvie-gina.

And there was some drunk white lady with a heavy southern drawl there too.
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