What Woodinville be without a trip to Mi Tierra?  It will never replace Mi Amigos, a favorite haunt from our Arizona childhood, but the mood comes close.  Look at how happy we are!

I am just glad that my kids are willing to eat something other than chicken nuggets and buttered noodles.  The rest of us are glad that the margaritas are so delicious.

Uncle Paul and Aunt Jaclyn arrived last night, and since then, it has been a constant party.  Breakfast…

Fireworks…

The beach in Kirkland…

Thanks to them, we are drinking French champagne and eating real New York bagels!  Our family has standards to uphold, you know.

Tomorrow is a holiday, and we are all anxiously awaiting another opportunity to eat too much, listen to bad Paul Anka and Michael Bolton songs, and beat each other at Scrabble.

America is pretty good at a lot of things.

Sanitation is one of them.