Kyle's Keys

26 February 2009

I have no good reason for taking a photo of Kyle’s keys. They were just there.

“There” was the table at Abuelo’s—the place that has become our Mexican food eatery of choice. I worked my little butt off all day, was ready for Ryan’s fitting and was so pleased that it went well, that I decided I should have that margarita I’d been wanting all day. Kyle is a pretty easy sell on not having to cook, so off we went.