Dang, you can't see it, but my hat has this fun skull and cross bones on it. And I have a matching scarf! It was friggin cold last night. I'm sure not compared to North Dakota or, say, Alaska. But by Dallas standards, it was cold. Thank goodness for synthetic fibers that are woven into punky looking scarves and hats!
Don't mind Eric's eyes. You can totally tell he's knocked back a few. In fact, we went to Whataburger at 2:30 am and he kept asking me to order him a 'krifaffle'. I repeatedly told him there was no such menu item, but he was insistent that he 'WANTED A DAMN KRIFAFFLE, KRISTIE!". He got a taquito instead which he kept calling a 'taqwito'. He's mine ladies, back off.