Oktoberfest!
Remember how I was so adamant just last week about that Laurelwood beer being my favorite? Well, I forgot about the molasses-goodness of Paulaner Oktoberfest. It is dang tasty! Last night, Dude, the girls, me, Bri and her boyfriend all went to the Rheinlander for their Oktoberfest celebration. See - Dude is German. Or rather, he's of German descent but don't tell him that. He's GERMAN as far as he's concerned and most people that know him know that fact. He loves German food, beer, beer-swigging songs, people, the language, The Sound of Music, knows tons of German history, etc. It's hard to believe that he's never actually been to Germany (except when we had a layover one time at the Frankfurt airport for a few hours), but that's our next anticipated big international trip. My whole point is this: Oktoberfest is a big effing deal in our household. Now back to last night...
- Hello?
- Quelles des vacances! And, um, sleeping with my husband just isn't working out.
- It's 8:27am
- Some things require very few words
- Camping: Rachael-style
- Porn names are helpful
- I have kids two at a time; I can whip out a fancy dinner like nothing; and I am a model mother. Okay, that last one is a lie.
- Get me to the pole
- A bedtime story
- Twintuition?
- The biggest mutha-lovin' poblanos ever
- There is a distinct difference between a bottom and a bum
- Help, please! I don't know what to tell my peeps about death.
- I always jump the gun when it comes to my own defeat
- Please don't take the babies away, but....
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