^Here, my two eldest nieces much enjoy celebrating the gastronomic occasion with burgers and pickles. Or they could've been happy to celebrate their Uncle Bub's birthday at a backyard picnic. It's kind of hard to tell...
This after-work event was a riot, with the necessary burgers and dogs, potato salad, mac and cheese, ice-cold beer, and long-forgotten family anecdotes. We sat in the back yard for hours, with the threat of thunderstorms ebbing and waining, periodically nibbling honeysuckle blooms and keeping an eye on the impending chaos.
We've decided kids are like naturally-occurring coke addicts. I swear they were turning into Raptors by the end of the evening, giving us ravenous hugs and screaming their good-byes as we drove down the street.
(And yes, it really is National Hamburger Week.)
We've decided kids are like naturally-occurring coke addicts. I swear they were turning into Raptors by the end of the evening, giving us ravenous hugs and screaming their good-byes as we drove down the street.
(And yes, it really is National Hamburger Week.)
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