Thursday, April 1, 2010

iSpencer

Yesterday we had spaghetti tacos for dinner (really). They went over exceptionally well, with zero leftovers. Even the pickiest of picky eaters seemed to enjoy them. I wish I had pictures of it, but you can imagine: spaghetti with sauce, meat, motz, taco fixings. Hard shells.

Rest of the evening was spent preventing people from pogo sticking off the deck railing (again: really).

We're getting new bf neighbors, and the place comes with a chandelier and a tiger painting. Lucky ducks.

How long can summer last? Forever?
We're trying to have 100 bbq's, and we're getting there.

6 comments:

elizabethfrances said...

was mr. kamper the pickiest or the picky eaters?

Bangs said...

Yes of course.

mar said...

i have pictures of pogos but no tacos. No Pogos No Tacos.

zerbipedia said...

Nick has always sworn to me that one of his hidden talents is pogo stick. If you have one, I definitely think you need to physical challenge him into doing some kind of obstacle course on a pogo stick.


-impsnes

mar said...

well, Holly, not to ruin a surprise, but I'm thinking this is the year we do a summer camp.

and there will be relays.

Bangs said...

Know pogos, know tocos.