I just remembered that I had promised a picture of the totally rad garage door that was across the street from the church in Akron where we attended a wedding. Check it:
Nice, huh? In my opinion there aren’t nearly enough garage door murals in the world. I’m going to commission an artist to paint these pictures on our garage doors (that we don’t ever use):
That picture is from my bachelorette party and I am accessorized with a shot glass necklace, panties around my neck and over my pants, and part of a box of garbage bags. And Prince. And also lots of alcohol (not pictured).