Did you know Anton and I have a problem?
It started out helping us with our headaches from not sleeping during the graveyard shift days. My dad says I have joined the dark side and that I can't come home anymore because he is strictly a Pepsi drinker. One day Anton told the people he works with that he needs to kick his Coke habit. That sounded worse than it is. So we try to keep it quiet. It just tastes so stinking good! It makes me happy. So happy, in fact, that Anton's sister, Lexie, got us these shirts:
And this is us with Lexie. I think she is might be making this face cause Anton stinks. His head really isn't half the size of mine (though I do have a noggin); just a humorous angle: