Our Friday Night

Please drop a morsel...

So this is Dusty opening this stinkin' cool new toy we received in the mail. That's his "whoaaa" face aparently. He really loves this "I'm just practicing" shooting.

Duh duh! How happy is this nifty little buddy! It can charge any electronic device pretty much just by laying it on there. Ya know what the best part is? When you put the charger thingy on it, it makes this space-rockety sound. Which reminds me of Star Treck.

I couldn't think of the name so I told them it sounded like that show with the guy who does the finger thing and look what Dusty pops out with. I have been seriously trying for years to contort my fingers into doing that to no avail. Hidden talents that guy. He never ceases to surprise me.

Breakfast for dinner. Mmmm. Double mmmm because I discovered some apple butter in the pantry. Made. my. night. Best to be an adult and eat off of a Micky plate.

Speaking of being adults, somehow dinner led us to a discussion of what we would have our personal chefs cook for us if we were president. Dusty's main request would be tomato sandwiches {blech!}. And he and mom agreed that they would like cubed steak, rice, potatoes, vegetables, biscuits and cornbread. I would eat hamburgers and fries every meal. Big surprise, no? We are very cultured people. It takes a long time to achieve a pallate this refined.

We were having a discussion about mustaches. Which I happen to despise. No offense, but I just think about all the food that can get stuck in them and yuck. So naturally the next step is to draw mustaches on our fingers with a Sharpe.

Dusty is a better mustache artist than me. Poo.

The Red Box. Pretty much our favorite place ever. Need I say more?

This is his study face. We chose "It's Complicated." Highly recommended.

What would Friday night be without a trip to CVS for candy? Try not to be too jealous of my mad jammy styling. Or the shamrock headband. Hotttt.

His was slightly more awesome. Everyone needs. NEEDS. a hat like this.

I rock at hula hooping more than Dusty. We didn't get kicked out. Score!

Everything tastes better when it's egg shaped. I don't know the physics of this but we'll just go with it.

Love,

Ramsey