KoolAid Night!

In the North End we can totally get away with having romantic nights that look like this:



And we can eat meat out of a bucket in the backyard, that after ravaging looks like this:

 

And marry sexy meat eaters that look like this:

 

  And eat our after-the-kids-go-to-bed dinners watching this:




 And drink Kool Aid that looks like this:




Grownup Kool Aid is WAY better than kid Kool Aid. Way. Better.

Steven wants me to delete that Uber-Sexy picture of him. Ha. Neva.

Turns out Steven doesn't like his Kool Aid. More for me! Yay!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

two things: one to do with running, the other with my fastly-deteriorating fashion sense

MIA

christmas time's a coming