Thanks to J's Uncle Bobby, I, as well as all of you out there (J, I am your wife and we are bonded eternally by law and by the Lord above and you cannot divorce me for publishing pictures of you in a bunny rabbit outfit, ok?) can see what my precious husband looked like as a youngster all ready for Halloween, or for just hanging out at home having a good time. Bobby pulled me aside on our recent trip to Connecticut and handed me a white envelope, explaining that he had some blackmail material for me. There was no way in hell I was going to deprive my friends and the world wide web of this. My Justin. I couldn't love anyone more.