It was a glorious morning, one we should replicate in the near future for some other occasion. We ate grits casserole and cinnamon rolls and yogurt/granola and quiche and fruit. Many, many mimosas were also imbibed.
|Nothing says 28 years old like laying on your mattress with a gay champagne-drinking chicken.|
|Every time we hang out, I fall in love with these folks all over again. We love this community of ours.|
|The action shots of these people say so much about their personalities.|
|I am not sure why we have such a picture, but regardless, I love it.|
|I think Daniel forgot the OJ in my his mimosas.|
|Jessie, Live-Instagramming my party AS IT HAPPENS.|
|I think Atticus had the most of all. He loves hanging out with his "grown-up friends".|