You Don't Need A Reason To Celebrate

What I learned today was that you don't need a reason to celebrate. We went to a really nice restaurant tonight called MoMo's just because.

We drove into the city, right by where Daddy works, and we met Hot Mama, who was working, and Gram and Grampa joined us too, and Wyatt was there, and we had a corner booth and everyone ate and drank and ate again.

I did too, except just because I'm in a fancy shpancy restaurant doesn't mean that Hot Mama's booby milk tastes extra special, like with truffle oil.

That would be something.

Bottle it!