I'm home for a week after hiking and camping with my parents. While sitting in the backyard with my Grams, I began to notice some peculiar things decorating the porch amidst the flora. I began snapping a few pictures.
My dad added this drunk, Mexican 'dummy' to our fence with the neighbor's consent.
This is a wooden, mini beer truck selling Coronas.
And, believe it or not, a Corona branded bottle opener built right into the patio covering right next to the hammock.
I moved inside, remembering these Coronita salt and pepper shakers...
as well as these decorated kitchen tiles of 'dos amigos con cerveza.'
Lest you think only beer is allowed, here is the wine rack.
Just as I was finishing up, my mom returned from the grocery store asking me to get these from the car.
Now I sincerely ask you, how is it that I have reached the substantial age of 28 without ever having tasted so much as a single sip of an alcoholic beverage?!(Sent from my iPhone)