I have a feeling, based on absolutely no research, that Cinco de Mayo is one of those things that Americans celebrate more than Mexicans. Sort of like St. Patrick’s Day. Only this time with tequila instead of green beer.
Which, let’s be honest, I totally prefer. I will take a nice green margarita over a green beer any day. At least limes actually come in that color.
I don’t ever need an excuse to sip on a margarita and enjoy some delicious Mexican food, but it’s great that at least once I year, I’m given a free pass. Just in case I was feeling self-conscious or something. Continue reading →
Have I ever told you how much my grandpa loves ice cream?
When I was little, we took a trip to a family reunion – my mom, grandpa, sister, and I. With no clue who these really old people were, and not very many children to play with, I remember very little of the reunion besides intense boredom and hot dogs.
What I do remember was the journey out to where ever it was we were going. Why? Two things: Continue reading →
Can we talk about how it was 72 degrees yesterday? And I wore flip flops? And my toes saw the sun for the first time in 6 months?
Because that was awesome.
Soon it will be time to eat all my meals outside (when possible), curse the wind because it keeps blowing my skirt up and I’m not wearing thermal leggings because it isn’t -40 degrees outside, and bust out the SPF 50. Continue reading →