Or his alternative to the mess-with-the-bull metaphor, "Mess with the lizard and.....it runs."
Or how he calls my dad by his first name just to get tackled.
Or how fondly he speaks of World of Warcraft, "Karen, look at my sick guild."
Sometimes I miss him.
Sometimes I wish I had photos of him to show you.
He's kind of a mystery.
This weekend was a treat.
I went to my first ever bridal shower and it was ILL.
Cecilia's little sister was so sweet to have helped put together this party for her.
Homemade spinach dip, cream puffs, cookies, and seven layer bean dip. YUM.
Silly "naughty" games and gift giving. YUMMIER.
This shin-dig was definitely one for the books.
Congratulations, Cec!
You know what?
Mondays are awful.
You know what else?
I have a pair of vintage grandma loafers and missionary mail waiting for me at home.
Oh sweet aunt jemima.
