happy hours at pop tates ( our suburban Archieland) with s. one pitcher free with every pitcher ordered.
sanah left at home with her nana and nani, the mother goes binging on the pitchers, bad food and loads of chatter about the films both of us are waiting to begin.
happy happy hours later a beery mother comes back to child. my giggle is precariously close to sanah's giggle. she is delighted that my giggles dont stop. sober nana, nani and g look on at this exchange. thank god for them being sober!