Look. At that. Living room.
My friend Audrey has excellent taste; I knew that already because I follow her on Instagram. But because we've mostly been online friends these past four years and have actually only met in person twice, so I've never been to her house.
OH.
I try to think about things like planning out perfectly balanced meals...
(but I’d much rather smooch this one).
I am not exactly the healthiest eater on the planet - I think we’ve established this by now. It’s not that I eat (or even want to eat) tons of junk; it’s more that I tend to be an “eat what’s there” kind of person, even if “what’s there” is “whatever my children left on their plates.” You know my ginger shots? Those are not happening lately. Given our schedules at the moment, the mincing and straining of ginger does not sound like a fun way to spend my three free seconds.
I didn't sleep particularly well last night and have to get on an airplane today after a quick budget meeting with our district school board (please try not to be jealous), so I figured what the hell, let's talk about controversial parenting techniques!
That should be relaxing.
Q. Jordan!
In case you weren't sure, this is Beyonce, not me. I do have this sweatshirt though.
There have been approximately three zillion times in my life when I have definitively declared myself irreversibly opposed to A Thing, only to discover that said Thing is (annoyingly)...
ok fiiiiiiine...
Little girls are apparently way more interested in goats than antiques.
I LOVE it when you go to a flea market/swap meet/antique store with zero expectations and then accidentally stumble upon a treasure that just so happens to require exactly the (small) amount of cash that you have sitting in your wallet.
Right?!
