Tonight was fajita night. The only thing on her plate Neely would touch? Refried beans. And when I say they were everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. All over her hands, face, arms, legs, bib, chair...the only thing she spared this time, miraculously, was her hair. Here's the picture.
And here's the song that it makes me think of...anyone who knew me in college is going to get a major nostalgia trip.