It Runs in the Family

Last night, lovely, was our 2nd wedding anniversary. Our super-duper friends, Tan and Ann Marie (who, if they would get a website for their architectural and design firm, I would link to it a thousand times) came over and sat while Max slept. Katie and I went out to an old haunt for a snackie and a drinkie. It was nice.

After our late dinner, Katie wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood. The area around the bar were we went has, like every other neighborhood in the Twin Cities, gone through a condo-ification with an extra dash of hip-ification for an already mega-hip neighborhood. Right down the street, we discovered that Max gets his happy grunting and table-smacking gene from his Mom. How do we know? 'Cause when we walked past this store, Katie softly pounded against the window and grunting with lustful hunger. I have to admit: the little baby mannequin wearing shoes with the Republican "elephant" logo and a Darth Vader t-shirt made me kind of grunt, too. Uh-huh-huh-huh-uh-huh: funny!