Griffin is eleven. Holy crap. ELEVEN!
We went to La Margarita for her birthday. The waitstaff comes out and sings a humiliating song and dresses you in a giant sombrero. Oh, and did I mention the fried ice cream?
So, yeah.
11.
Griffin is eleven. Holy crap. ELEVEN!
We went to La Margarita for her birthday. The waitstaff comes out and sings a humiliating song and dresses you in a giant sombrero. Oh, and did I mention the fried ice cream?
So, yeah.
11.
Hey, just wanted to say “hi” to everybody. I saw the pics of everything and the kids look so big since the last time I saw them. I love the site, nicely done. I better go, we love you guys and take care.
Christina