dining out in style

The fam (minus Patrick and Michele, who were still in Memphis) went shopping last night with Jordan, my sister's boyfriend.

Dad and Peetie proceeded to smoke French fry cigarettes until I laughed so hard I spit salad out of my mouth.

And Jordan couldn't even look at me because every time we would make eye contact, I'd open my mouth to show him my food.

Mom kept lighting the "cigarettes" with her lighter.

The table next to us moved.

betholindo at 9:51 a.m.

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