When Geoff returns from work trips abroad we let him drop off his bags, and we go straight out for Mexican. He and I are equally addicted to burritos, beans and rice, and the like. And he's found that's what he misses most while on the road. Besides us, of course. We have tried really hard to like our neighborhood joint, but we don't. We gave it one last try last night, and took a bunch of photos in the parking lot next door. She sure does like having her Daddy back. (me too.)
After dinner they race, and I take photos. It's kind of a tradition.
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