He’s a Real Boy

And by “boy”, I mean “Midwesterner”.

I thought Jesse had crossed the Midwestern threshold with a blizzard and tornado in Joplin. But as I sat in the passenger seat while he calmly drove off the road into a snowbank and successfully rocked out of said snowbank Wednesday, I realized this was the missing piece.

Congratulations, husband. You’re one of us now.

And now a random collection of pictures with no explanation. Good luck figuring it out.