This is the story of my future wife.  Her name is Kimberly, and she had a childhood just like many others.  Well, my childhood didn’t actually involve any duck sweaters, but she made it work for her I think:

Before I met Kim, she was one Loc’d out G.  Grandma really knew how to keep the party fresh:

But Kim was looking for someone….

when she found me…

With my help, she went from a thugged out G that picked her nose, to someone that takes in “special” children around Christmas and shows them a merry time:

Now we are one big happy family!