Joyce and Walky!

When you have twins, you don’t do fuckin’ SHIT for like two whole years.  If one parent leaves for like even fifteen minutes, it’s like abandoning the other parent to a tornado, Man of Steel-style.   You can barely hold things together when it’s the both of you.

You definitely don’t spend hours at a time together alone without your infant preemie children, swimfucking in a lake or canoodling in restaurant booths or hanging out with friends, pretty sure.  Don’t ask what I’m throwing shade at.