T's Mom had a birthday a couple of weeks ago.
She's really awesome.
She knows all of the up to date songs, watches funny chick flicks, and paints her nails with nail polish that changes colors in the sun.
She's pretty hip.
Which is why she wanted to go to Gardner Village's Friday Night Fever on her birthday.
Best. Idea. Ever.
The fact that she can pull of earrings the size of a large kiwi and a classic disco move is pretty sweet.
That's my mother-in-law.
You wish she was yours.
My father-in-law is pretty terrific too.
Morgan is the coolest little sis ever.
I always wanted a little sister growing up.
Now I've got one to bug and tease and boss around.
In one of the shops they gave us a sparkly star stamp on our cheek when we walked in. The boys had decided to sit this store out and keep some of their manly pride while walking around a village of cutesy stores.
When we walked out I decided Papa Kris needed some glitz on his cheek like I did.
So I stuck my cheek on his and VOILA! He had his own sparkly star.
T wanted to document our sparkles.
Problem.
Our stars were on opposing cheeks which meant we had to face each other to get a picture.
Papa Kris came up with the grand idea to face each other with our hands over our mouths so we didn't get too close during the picture...
I couldn't stop giggling during the entire thing.
The sad thing of it all is that you can't even see the stars.
If you look close enough you can see the slightest glimmer of shimmer on our cheeks.
At least we had fun doing it.
T was being the camera man all night so we had to get a legit picture that he was there.
The green disco glasses were pretty attractive.
Sort of.
T had been working on his amateur photography lately.
Isn't this a pretty picture at Gardner Village?!
He's doing really well on getting the aperture (the only photography lingo I know) and whatnot looking pretty dang good.
He does the manual thing.
I like the point and shoot automatic setting.
This post is mainly to show that I do have a life outside of teaching and I can write about something other than my students.
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