I love happy hours. Tonight, we decided to ditch the Palomar. I did not know that I loved happy hours so much when they're held at my own home (or temporary abode):
The Crane Wife is expressing how much she loves nachos and Trader Joe's taquitos. Yum! Larson is showing how much he loves The Crane Wife, but who could care about that when there are fresh margaritas!
Brasilliant is basking in the sun and relaying the rigorous plant watering schedule she has set up at Jesse's parent's house. She also loves a fresh margarita and chicken taquito (or two).
The third hand found in the hallway was immensely helpful in hydrating after fresh margaritas. Also good for punctuating conversation on grammar, indie bands, and making new friends.
Actually, who needs new friends when you have such good buddies at home?
1 comment:
Dorks. Plural.
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