He’s in fourth, she’s in first.
He grumbled, she squealed.
He has puffy eyes from a brief, exhaustion-induced emotional breakdown, she will crash later after the adrenaline high wears off.
He confessed to putting Old Spice “Swagger” deodorant on his pits…and face…and lips (??), she agonized over outfit choices and hair down vs. two braids.
He is cherished, she is adored.
Knock ‘em dead, Boles kids.
