I knew that Sohaila is the spitting image of me. From her drama filled tears to her sky sized eyes. But 2 mornings ago Heather snapped a shot of us while we were deep in the enchanted forests of our dreams.
See the night before she has a rough night. To put it simply, we showered at 1 AM, cried till 2 AM, and watched the Brady bunch till 3 AM. We fell asleep on the sofa and the next morning Heather sent my jelly belly full of tiny hairs across her Web 2.0ness. So since you already know I have no shame in my game, here is more proof that she is mine…

…and I am hers