Tanner turned 25 this weekend. You might remember when he turned 24, but you might not, because I didn’t document it all that carefully. We fueled up for our night of jammin’ at Fogo de Chao, and then meandered over to Howl at the Moon, where Tanner was recruited to sing “YMCA” complete with stellar dance moves.
Apparently my focus was only on Casey.
We sang and
danced moved our shoulders in ocean wave type movements the night away.
I finally tried Crossfit with Kaitlin on Saturday morning, so that was an adventure! My shoulders are still sore today, but I’m not sure if it’s from the “dancing” or the Crossfit. Hard to tell.
Then Abbey and I worked on our tan, braved the Galleria, and got iced coffee from a cute little coffee shop in the Heights. Casey took Abbey and me to dinner in true gentleman-like fashion before we went our for a tad bit of partying.
AND THEN yesterday, we made our annual trip to the vet.
Lucy HATED LIFE. She was super dramatic. Molly purred the entire time, because she is always happy. And a little naive to what happens at the vet, apparently.