Taco Time.

So, this is a thing. That my neighbors do. That is in our backyard, sometimes. In my perfect world, I would always be able to walk into the yard and buy a fresh fish taco. However, this being reality, I will settle for being able to do that only some of the time.

It also makes me think, “Dear Child-self- Being a grown up rules.”

My fetching silhouette and one of my (many) heirloom water glasses makes an appearance around 2:27.


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