Lo que me cocino para la cena; pescado, zucini, y soda en copas de plata. Oh, y en nuestra "China"
(I could tell he was really excited about the fancier-than-usual dinner when he had to use Spanish to describe it.)
Don't you wish your tostadas were hot like mine?
One of those few times when you see bears in the backyard destroying property.
Rachel's a genius.
Alone, in an 8 acre farmhouse, sad. Missing my Rachel.
(While I was in Malaysia for 18 days without him. Towards the end I think he decided to be a little over-dramatic.)
Struts no good. Felt like a bounce house.
At the Hispanic Festival with these two white girls.
(He's always so direct.)
Morphine thought my ipod was a snack.
No words to describe how I felt. hehehehehe