tequila & stuff.

one time, M went to Mexico when he was in high school with his family...and he got to be in a boxing fight...you know, with those big, ridiculously huge boxing gloves that make you look like a cartoon. well, anyway, he won the boxing match, and for his prize, those lovely Mexicanos gave him a bottle of tequila. i don't even think he was 16. i love Mexico.

and tomorrow, we're headed there yet again.
::happy grin smooths across face::
i. am. so. excited.

excited to disappear for a whole week.
excited to drink unlimited supplies of pina coladas.
excited to dance to mariachi music.
excited to eat authentic salsa and guacaholymole.
excited to read under the palapas (the cool mexican umbrellas) to the sound of the ocean.
excited to dig my toes in the warm sand and play in the salty water.
excited to get a slightly darker shade of pale.
excited to hear Ellie giggle while playing in the sand and see her cute diaper bum in a bathing suit all week.
excited to smell sunscreen and oil everywhere.
excited to dig my rusty espanol out of that bottom drawer and give it a little practice.
excited to take a gazillion pictures...i'm pretty good at doing that. 
excited to see M every day for a whole week.
excited to spend some quality family time together.
just. plain. excited.

so, here's to disappearing... & tequila.
(because i hear in Mexico, those go hand in hand. even though i wouldn't really know).

{in Mexico back in June 2005...on our honeymoon (aweeee)}

xoxo