g-ma had a birthday…
she’s like 62!
she’s like 62!
then we played with these cuties all week because they were temporarily orphaned…
(k. this one wasn’t, but we played anyway…)
no, baby mac, you are not a thug.
no, baby mac, you are not a thug.
family dinner…
i told her you could hear the ocean in it…
not true.
not true.
future ref: bubbles = tears
what the? yeah, that’s just arizona for ya…
cc took me to a brazilian place in honor of getting the job.
it was absolutely fantastic!
could give tucanos a run for its money!
it was absolutely fantastic!
could give tucanos a run for its money!
(the green means “keep bringing me more grilled meat and pineapple because my skin has a few more inches of stretching capacity”)
the dessert that they bring out on wheels and serve right there…
cc: holy cow, this stuff is from heaven.
mm: no dear. that would be hell. it is a satan creation:
naughty.
the classic: “someone-else-took-this-so-that’s-why-we-both-look-stoned” picture.
or, maybe we just ate WAY too much…
or, maybe we just ate WAY too much…
what i found with my lunch yesterday:
and yes, you may read into it.
i always do.
and yes, you may read into it.
i always do.
my indian friend, usha, that i train with said,
“jew should dake a bicture of dat and sen it to chris.”
ha!
