Obligatory Food Related:
For Cinco de Mayo, Jason made us queso and homemade Crunch Wrap Supremes. I've never actually eaten the real deal -- no shade to Taco Bell; I'm just more of a late night drive-thru chicken nugget variety drunk person -- but I feel safe declaring his version superior. And dangerous, because I could eat this drunk OR sober. And like, for breakfast.
The margaritas were passion fruit margaritas, made by me, from a kit we ordered from our favorite local wine shop.
Last weekend our new neighbors held an impromptu happy hour on their driveway and made everybody a round using the same kit. And lo, they were delicious, and a fine trade for the loaf of sourdough, half-batch of blueberry muffins, AND chocolate chip cookies I left on their front porch in the dead of the night before running home while screeching NO BACKSIES! NO BACKSIES!
Does anybody else go through this cycle where you feel pretty good and okay a few days and then suddenly there's a day where your mental health just kinda NOPES out on you? And you're just inexplicably exhausted and cranky and on edge and can't figure out if you need a good cry or a good pillow-scream or start thinking how satisfying it would feel to just...break some shit to hear it crash?
That was Thursday for me, this time. So Jason made steaks and put on a Facebook Live with the Indigo Girls, one of my go-to sources for happy tears/joyful top-of-your-lungs singing since freshman year of college.
(I transferred and moved back home after one terrible semester because my dad's cancer returned; my roommate's Rites of Passage CD somehow mysteriously made the move with me.)
Anyway. It helped. It helped a lot.
Obligatory Pet Related:
He's a very patient brother for his poor simple babby sister.
(Oh, and while the kids continue to call them Rey and Finn, I have unofficially renamed them Inky and The Brain.)
Obligatory Kid Related
Speaking of good brothers, I got this text from Ezra yesterday, reporting live from our front yard.