At this local mexican restaurant, when it's your birthday, they come up behind you, put on a sombrero, sing happy birthday to you in spanish, then take a napkin full of whipped cream and shove it in your face. So, of course this is where Chris wanted to celebrate my birthday.
I had it everywhere. In my hair, up my nose, in my lap, on my shirt. Here's Sydney trying to help me clean up.
Although I appear to be crying here, I assure you no one was hurt in this whipped creaming. And I got sopapillas out of it, so it was all good.
At this local mexican restaurant, when it's your birthday, they come up behind you, put on a sombrero, sing happy birthday to you in spanish, then take a napkin full of whipped cream and shove it in your face. So, of course this is where Chris wanted to celebrate my birthday.
I had it everywhere. In my hair, up my nose, in my lap, on my shirt. Here's Sydney trying to help me clean up.
Although I appear to be crying here, I assure you no one was hurt in this whipped creaming. And I got sopapillas out of it, so it was all good.
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