Last week was just an iffy week. I managed to give myself food poisoning. I got to spend lots of time in the sunshine. I slept, a lot. Every waking moment was filled with things to do. I convinced myself that I really did not need a funnel cake.
I cannot for the life of me figure out how all those California girls and swimsuit models take such great summertime iPhone photos. I had no idea my finger was in this picture until about 15 minutes ago.
I made the most adorable new friend named Kona. I think I’m going to need to live in a farmhouse once my reign as the greatest stay at home daughter ends. It’s the only way I’m going to have room for all the creatures I want.
Leftover fried chicken and biscuit sandwiches, with lots of honey and Anna Kendrick.