Every year, my mom and dad feel the need to have a lobster night at the Motz estate. 10 crying lobsters and 10 lbs of butter... ah, the life.
This year, we called up our fisherman friend from Nova Scotia (Canada, for all of you geography geniuses), and he took care of the rest.
This year, we called up our fisherman friend from Nova Scotia (Canada, for all of you geography geniuses), and he took care of the rest.
Actually, all of the lobsters were ordered locally, but the lobsters did come from Canada, there were tags on the lobsters to track their catch date and location (neato).
Madison wore her lobster hat and PJ's for the big day.
Madison loved the lobster's WWJD bracelets.
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