Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Maybe She’ll Be a Bartender When She Grows Up

The other day Ellis had us pour her a drink of juice. Not content with how it tasted, she decided to add some flavor to the mix. So she grabbed herself and orange and plopped it into her cup. I don’t know a whole lot about mixing drinks, but I’m pretty sure that you have to peel and juice the orange before putting it into the cup. Thumbnail image pops into a new window.

But you know, I’m a big geek who’s all about pop up windows right now, so there you go.

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