Last year the gang went to Fudpuckers while I stayed home to let Katie get a good nap. This year, we both went along.
They are known for the alligators…and I have to be honest and say they just creep me the hell out. /shudder
Beth and I decided to split this 40 oz margarita-ish drink.
And made mom try it, too. 
Feeding the alligators.
Being a ham.
Attempting to get a cousin pic…and failing.
More creeptastic alligators.
Owen by his name that he wrote there last year.
Then this happened on the drive home.
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