Not much changed in our day to day routine at Aunt Paula's, which was pretty relaxing.
I was pretty proud of the progress we were making in Texas wine country.
There was even a local honey wine joint located "between the towns of Round Top (pop. 90) and La Grange (pop. a bit more than 90)": Rohan Meadery.
"Many believe the origin of the word Honeymoon comes from an ages old tradition. In the Czech Republic, as in many parts of Europe, it was traditional to supply a newly married couple with enough mead for a month, ensuring happiness and fertility. Whether newlywed or not, you will enjoy the deep, rich honey & bourbon flavors of this old world mead. Na zdraví!"
I have some sort of sick velvet ant obsession all of the sudden.
This weird looking thing was like a jet black honeybee.
Lydia's college friend Katie lives in Austin now so we met her and her boyfriend Elliott at a park. It was nice to see them in person, as we had done several virtual game nights early on in the depths of covid armageddon.
There was another reference on this roadside historical marker to that bean murder that I wrote about yesterday.
We had Frito pies for dinner. The secret family recipe is: dump a damn can of chili on some Fritos. Boom.
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