And Toph kept saying: "Oh how I loooove sitting on the floor. Not."
And I got a really lame fortune. (How am I supposed to keep my eyes open if I'm in a Americanized-Chinese-fast-food-induced coma?)
And B's cheeks were super chapped. Sadface.
AND: It was awesome.
Living room picnics were already my fave. But a living room picnic at Christmastime is even more my fave.