I also want to know who is shopping at Del Taco after midnight. I mean, I'll admit I've stopped at the Bell for a late night chalupa, but Del Taco? Come on people! That is just sad. I feel bad for you. But, since you're going to be out, could you stop at the Bell and pick me up a chalupa?
Tonight, in lieu of romantic words or meaningful discussion, Dave and I were discussing Kammi's right to be a racist bigot. I mean, she's only five, but I guess she can be racist if she wants to be. Actually, I'm just kidding. We are not raising our beautiful, sweet daughter to be a racist bigot. We are raising her to be a maker (a cook) on Tuesdays and a balleter (a ballet teacher) on Thursdays.