Thanksgiving
I just got Rick Rolled by Hooters!
Secondly, if you haven't received your save-the-date yet, hold off on the sweatpants--you are not necessarily a total loser. We haven't sent them out yet, but we will soon.
We went down to Houston to spend Thanksgiving with the Martinez clan. Lizett's grandmother was in town, along with some nth cousins and a brand new arrival, Melissa. There's this adorable picture of Lizett and I sitting with week-old Melissa and I was going to write a hilaaaaaaaarious post claiming she was ours, but then Mario never sent us the picture. Perhaps he sensed was was about to occur.
Thanksgiving day was pretty standard. I had my standard meal of a small slice of ham and a single roll. I listened to a whole lot of Spanish and awkwardly joined in the laughter when it seemed appropriate. Normally Lizett's fam switches over to English when I'm in town, but with the extended family in town that wasn't really practical and as a result I spent a lot of time with a vacant smile on my face, nodding at nothing in particular. It was a good time though. We played this game called Loteria which is like a mildly racist version of good ol' American Bingo, and I ruled all. I even pulled out my best Spanish pronunciation to call out the squares and no one seized or punched me.
Swarlos had his Thanksgiving too. We went back to Lizett's house in the middle of the festivities to feed and walk old Swarleyhorse, only to discover a path of destruction beyond our wildest imaginings. Normally we crate him when we're gone, because he is just a puppy after all, but her parents felt bad for him and insisted we leave him out to nap in luxury. Huge. Mistake. Along the All Fatal Ingestion Casa de Martinez Destruction Tour, Swarley ate:
1) Several plastic wrapped sacks of candy
2) A balloon
3) A razor
4) A cell phone
5) A lithium-ion battery
6) A pair of glasses w/case
Swarley did NOT eat:
1) His food
2) His treats
3) His toys
Later, in classic Thanksgiving fashion, he vomited everywhere.
Secondly, if you haven't received your save-the-date yet, hold off on the sweatpants--you are not necessarily a total loser. We haven't sent them out yet, but we will soon.
We went down to Houston to spend Thanksgiving with the Martinez clan. Lizett's grandmother was in town, along with some nth cousins and a brand new arrival, Melissa. There's this adorable picture of Lizett and I sitting with week-old Melissa and I was going to write a hilaaaaaaaarious post claiming she was ours, but then Mario never sent us the picture. Perhaps he sensed was was about to occur.
Thanksgiving day was pretty standard. I had my standard meal of a small slice of ham and a single roll. I listened to a whole lot of Spanish and awkwardly joined in the laughter when it seemed appropriate. Normally Lizett's fam switches over to English when I'm in town, but with the extended family in town that wasn't really practical and as a result I spent a lot of time with a vacant smile on my face, nodding at nothing in particular. It was a good time though. We played this game called Loteria which is like a mildly racist version of good ol' American Bingo, and I ruled all. I even pulled out my best Spanish pronunciation to call out the squares and no one seized or punched me.
Swarlos had his Thanksgiving too. We went back to Lizett's house in the middle of the festivities to feed and walk old Swarleyhorse, only to discover a path of destruction beyond our wildest imaginings. Normally we crate him when we're gone, because he is just a puppy after all, but her parents felt bad for him and insisted we leave him out to nap in luxury. Huge. Mistake. Along the All Fatal Ingestion Casa de Martinez Destruction Tour, Swarley ate:
1) Several plastic wrapped sacks of candy
2) A balloon
3) A razor
4) A cell phone
5) A lithium-ion battery
6) A pair of glasses w/case
Swarley did NOT eat:
1) His food
2) His treats
3) His toys
Later, in classic Thanksgiving fashion, he vomited everywhere.
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And when are you going to learn Spanish? Honestly.
1:36 PM, December 01, 2007
7:02 PM, December 02, 2007
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