The last guest just left for the evening, and man was it good to see everybody. Lots and lots of laughs. My favorite moment might have been talking to Nan about the misunderstanding about the acronym “jjo.” If you are unfamiliar with the teen slang, go look it up. (Except you, Mom. Just forget about it. We don’t need to discuss it.)
I like the abstract-ness of something as simple as dirty dishes. And I love the spots of red wine in the bottom of the glasses. Boy oh boy, do we have a lot for the recycling crew this week.