And this is why I love him

I have to say it. The Man is a good sport.

The set up:
I chose to be comfortable this Halloween. I'm still crippled a little bit, and so I went for comfort with a little cute thrown in. So khaki shirt/pants and some boots. After all, I'm a girl on safari... not a skank on vacation. So I get ready to go to the 1st of a couple of parties that day, and while he's in the shower, I put his costume on the bed.

He goes in the bedroom, and I hear...silence. Nothing. No screaming, wailing or gnashing of teeth. I go in to make sure he hadn't spontaneously combusted from shock, he says, " I didn't ask for one pocket, I asked for two."

Nope, what you said was "I don't care if I go as one big pocket, as long as I have somewhere to put my stuff." So here you go sweetie. Plenty of room for your stuff. I do believe that's the last thing I said before I started laughing so hard, that I had to go back and re-apply my eyeliner.

What's not to love about a man willing to dress up as a kangaroo for you?*


*And by the way baby...can you hold my lipstick and the camera AND some extra batteries? I don't want to carry my purse. Do you have any room in your POCKET?

Bonus pic of me & the girls at the end of the night. Good Times.





And yes. There WAS a Mr. Incredible. LOL.

Happy Birthday!

Para mi hija de otra madre, feliz cumpleanos, Mija!
(meh, my spanish is not great, but it's good enough for government work)
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Don't you love kid's birthday parties? The food, the cake, the tequila...Yep, that's what I said TEQUILA. To be fair though, 1)I went to a Quince, which is, in regular ENGLISH a "coming out" party for a 15 year old . 2)She doesn't get any tequila. That should make you feel better.

My girl friend, in a bid to satisfy the grandparent's guilt trip, threw her daughter a "mini-quinceanera". So there was a Mass and a cook out. No production, as in no choreographed dancing, no ceremonial passing of dolls, and I'm sure more importantly, no thousands of dollars spent on a BIRTHDAY PARTY for goodness' sake.

But when you go to a Mexian cook-out, please be aware. Those old folks like to drink. Oh sure, they look all innocent and harmless, they're calling you quierida (sweetheart), and smiling pretty. And there's soda and water for the kids and everybody else, but really... Tequila is the official drink of a Quince. Maybe it has to do with thought of the girl becoming a woman...? I'm not sure. But I have yet to attend a Quince where there wasn't free flowing tequila. And if I'm going to eat the mystery meat* in tortilla shells, and dance with my girl friend's Tio, I may as well drink, right? Right. And as long as it wasn't Jose (Cuervo, that is. The only Jose I don't like because he is evil and cannot get along with other liquors), I'm in. Quieres tequila? Si, me gusto MUCHO tequila. Pasalo, por favor.

So...one shot con la mama, because she was feeling sentimental her baby was growing up. Another shot con el abuelito, because he's so sweet and he offered to bring it to me since I'm still you,know...crippled. And a third shot because somebody was playing one of my favorite songs. And still more shots because mariachi is music to drink to.

And by the time I was left, I was good and borracha (drunk), and singing in spanish. And if that doesn't say Happy Birthday, I don't know what does.



*...and the mystery meat: GOAT. Delicious with salsa and guac.