beer in a jar

Last night, Miriam came over to have some leftover Indian food after teaching. Eric was home early - a rarity - so we had some great coversation with overchewy naan (doesn't reheat well), creamy veggie korma, and the always amazing butter chicken from Great India Restaurant. Over the course of the evening, Eric used the words "boob" "tits" "breasts" and "rack" (not the bike kind) a total of 37 times.

ePoop also decided that it was time to get rid of the beer he'd been keeping in a jar for the last two weeks. Apparently, when they went up to Tahoe, there was such a huge keg of beer that they couldn't finish it. So he took some home. In a jar.



I like beer, but even I don't like beer THAT much.