This Is How We Do Dinner

Yeah.  That's right.  We are that classy.  My daughter and I are challenging each other to a match of sticking out our tongues across the dinner table.  Elise, by the way, has a freakishly long tongue.  She laughs with excitement while I continue to make those awful sounds resembling those of mentally ill person.  BUT!  Not to be out done by my bottle of beer nestled comfortably in it's leopard print koozie.  That definitely steps it up on the classy scale.  That's just another reason we do not host dinner parties.  At least not indoor ones.  It might be considered acceptable behavior sitting outside by the grill.  Then it would be called a cook out, but  people with the social skills of cavemen do not belong at dinner parties.