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?
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.
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