This is THE Nickell. The one who I babysit for every Tuesday.
The one whose son probably couldn't get cuter. If he did, I might die.
Nickell also has a whole hail of a lot of hair as well, and I couldn't help but enjoy hacking away at it with my razor. The same razor that reared its ugly head at me the next day.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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