You wan get callus off? Only fie dolla moh. You want moh mass-age? Only sik dollah moh.
You want "sno frake" on da toe? Only sik dollah mo.
Is you dautta? Rook rike sistas.
The dogs played non-stop.
Men in the kitchen. Is anything better?
We had a personal chef in the form of Martie's father in law, Louie.
He made us a genuine Indonesian feast.
He made
Bamie,
Pangsit,
Krupuk,
and,
Atjar.
I will tell you right now that it was delicious.
Well, YES, I did go off my diet.
Totally worth it.
The drive home was rawther annoying, but we decided it was ALSO totally worth it.
Lexie was
de-sausted of all that playing!
