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.
3 years ago
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was mr. kamper the pickiest or the picky eaters?
Yes of course.
i have pictures of pogos but no tacos. No Pogos No Tacos.
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
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.
Know pogos, know tocos.
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