Besides oodles of googoos and gagas, we made onesies (the flying squirrel one is mine), toasted Dora’s engagement, ate homecooked Korean food at Kim’s Farm, and debated whether twerking signals the end of the human race.
This annual estrogen-fest has become one of my favorite events of the year. While we miss Eileen, we now have Adela. Plus Eileen now has the beach. Grr.
Note: this post was written while a baby slept on my chest.