ba-donk-a-donk

I forgot to mention Thursday evening, which was a decent time, but the best part was picking up Anna from a house where she had dinner with her amigos from the summer. She was hilarious as usual, probably even moreso, and I quickly learned why. You can't say you are from the country until you've drank vodka from a mason jar. That's right, let's just scratch the beer part of that equation and replace with McCormick's. Delicious. Anna, you crack me up kid.