Erin I'll-tackle-you-Teichert-but-I'm-the-most-beautiful-tackler-in-the-world Barbuto visited us months and months ago.
But it was just a couple weeks ago that she remembered to send me pictures from her visit. Coincidentally, on the same day, Kelly discovered forgotten pictures on her camera of that same blessed visit.
Here are the forgotten treasures:
I remember we made dinner, but I don't remember much beyond that.
And the pictures just add to the mystery of what went on that night.
Does anyone remember why Erin brought a Pound Plus bar of chocolate from Trader Joe's? And did we decide that that was one of the best things she had ever done?
And does anyone remember why I'm trying to stab sweet Erin with my fork?
Or how Erin got to be such a beautiful fruit model?
Or why I mysteriously changed outfits? Or why Erin mysteriously chose to wear a towel for this picture?
Or why we are all now wearing a towel?
Or why I'm singing like the hills are alive with the sound of music?
But then there are always some moments that need no explanation:
Erin, I love you more than tackles and fruit mustaches and a million-billion pounds plus of chocolate!
Please be my friend forever and ever.