sundays are fun days with the family, as usual.

after an afternoon of pruney fingers, a lot of screaming and soap suds.. i ended up at iguana's with the brother.

later in the evening, the brother decides to make pina colada. unknown to us was the proportion of the coconut milk, pineapple juice and rum. my mom takes a sip and makes a face, saying that there was too much rum. i take a sip and make another face.

"too much coconut. omg."

then my sister tells us that she saw the pina colada curdle. and thankfully she forced him to add more pineapple juice.

by the end of the conversation, we were affectionately addressing the drink as santan colada, with the brother hollering in the background, "santan-a colada! you know? like pinA colada? santanA colada!!!"



it's a stomachache waiting to happen. omg. i'm dead tmr. i swear. sigh.