Where do the weeks go?
Here is where mine went.
Two gray whales. One calf.
Six hundred dolphins.
Dude. Friday before Easter.
Thanks for nothing Target.
My love affair with Cadbury Eggs was cut short this year.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
I like this day.
A lot a lot a lot.
Francis Chan bringing it.
I love how he can mess me up.
Love and hate it all at once.
Don't tell her.
But I am eating her candy every day.
She got some good loot.
Lots and lots of chocolate.
My mason jar collection is getting out of hand.
Only sort of.
These all have purposes, small for cupcake favors,
medium for drinking glasses,
large for a spray painting extravaganza.
Mother's Day brunch with my
Aqua Apron girls is going to be amazing.
Yet somehow my mom has a homing device on
my Nutella supply. A new jar magically seems
to appear when I am in need of one the most.
Looks like America is dumb and I now
have three extra hours in my week.
Casey went home.
My American Idol season pass got deleted.
I don't mess around.
(I'll miss you, but promise to buy your
album and see you in concert. xoxo)
Am I right or am I right?
She is a baby.
Not a two year old.
This face? A baby.
I heart denial. And this face.
Do you just love Brinner?
3/5 of family members around here do.
I won't say who doesn't, because until
they cook, they don't get to vote.
I have a hot date with these boys, and an unnatural
love for all of the Fast & Furious movies.
My brain is filled with way too many absurd quotes.
Any other girls with me?
Link up your camera phone randomness with me over at Life Rearranged.
Until next week.