Mr. Blake. He seems to be a usual around our house. He works for Jake, he’s dated my sister, he teaches with us at church, so we get to see lots of Blake. He insisted to me that he wasn’t going to smile, but I insisted his mother would want a few smiling shots.  So I tried to tell him jokes and be funny, which totally didn’t work. But out of guilt, he decided to give a  few smiles. Blake congrats on graduating!

I begged him to bring his trumpet. He told me No. Then eventually gave in.