He's one tough dude.
No, Derek. Don't ruin it.
Don't go cheeseball on me.
He went cheeseball.
Today is Tuesday. I know because I can smell my salsa breath.
Derek received his bus education this morning.
It would be awesome if they taught him how to work on the engine. Everyone can use a trade.
But I think they were just going over the letter C.
Alex and I opted for school a la McDonalds.
Because I was in need of that tall, tall cup of iced coffee you see there.
And Alex was in need of a peppermint hot chocolate with whipped cream and fudge drizzles.
They actually gave me the wrong drink to start with-- I realized just in time that she was about to down a peppermint mocha.
That wouldn't have been good for anyone.
After dinner tonight, we walked down to Fruitti Yogurt, a newish place that opened up in the same shopping center as La Paz, made famous by Taco Tuesday.
(Some of you are just now getting my salsa breath remark.)
You fill your own cup and choose from about a hundred different toppings. Weigh & Pay.
Kiddies like it.
They even have a non-dairy option for the happy gangsta.
When we were driving home, Alex was singing along with the song on the radio and she said that it was her favorite song from church. She told me that she knew all the motions that they do during kids church.
So I told her that once we got home, I would find the song on the computer (Do you grooveshark? You should.) and she could show me.
I was not quite prepared for what was coming.
A few things:
1) If she dances like this at church, then she is never going to a club.
2) It seems I found some pants of appropriate length, but now need to work on shirts.
3) What's with the hip action?
4) I love her.