It’s President’s Day, so while that means that y’all are still in your pj’s sipping coffee, I’m sitting at work trying REALLY HARD not to get blown away in this Wizard of Oz wind that we’re having.
This is what my month looks like…it really makes me want to cry.
We had to eat our dinner out of mugs the other night because we ran out of dishes. Sometimes we really are 23 year olds.
My great aunt sent me this note a few weeks ago. She’s so adorable that it kills me.
This. This is the bane of my existence. I can’t even deal with it.
This is part of the reason I love the Fireman. As far as I’m concerned, the kitchen floor can suck it. I hate it so much that I tend to turn a blind eye to how dirty it is. Luckily he doesn’t.
My knees hurt SO MUCH (like I literally cannot even kneel on anything) because of this class. And if I have to put on another air pack before Wednesday I may have to kill someone.
This is our Valentine’s wreath.
Not to be confused with our Christmas wreath. (Even though its the same one).
Did you know that soap freezes? I do now. #newhampshirefail
That is all. Carry on.