After our little excursion (see the post below), we had to leave the country. Nothing says "welcome to life on the run from the law" like a warm cuddly towel seal.
Happy birthday, P and B. We turned two. What a way to celebrate, eh?
The sights, the sounds, the... Yeah, who said running from the Man was a vacation?
"Almost Paradise/We're knockin' on heaven's door/Almost Paradise/who could ask for more? I swear that I can see forever in your eyes/Paradise"
Viva la revolucion. Thankfully all the static blew over and we returned free and clear.
We celebrated our liberation by doing the only thing a hard-core criminal would do in a situation like this -- eating cheese.
Reason number gazillion-and-twenty-one why P hearts B.
1 comment:
that pile of cheese looks delicious! I need more cheese in my diet.
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