Mom's in town!

My mom is one of my favorite people to be around. I'm the fruit of her loins, and we're both a good time. So what's not to love? She lives in Tennessee, and since we (basically) live in Mexico, I haven't seen her since Christmas Day. I'm pretty sure that's the longest we've ever gone. Butttt she's visiting this week! So we are having all kinds of fun catching up (as much as we can since we talk every day), shopping, and laying out by the pool. She's also our first house guest since we've been married, (we basically have no friends.) which is perfect cause she isn't going to get her panties in a wad over my ineptness at being a hostess. (Oh, you need towels? And a pillow?)

Last night we went a fancy-go-schmancy restaurant called the Tower of the Americas. It's essentially like a space needle. Like a gazillion stories up, and you're spinning the whole time. (A very weird feeling.) The view was incredible. And the food... well, I don't know if my taste buds will ever be satisfied again. We all kinda felt like we didn't belong there. I kept talking in a hick accent to egg on the white-trash look we were pulling. It was a great time.

 

    

    

    

    

   

  

Never leave, mommy!