Well, I started with strawberries and Nutella, but halfway through the strawberry carton, I remembered that I specifically bought them for Maile. So I put away the strawberries, and got out a spoon.
It was delicious.
We've already got a camping trip planned for this summer.
I've only been camping once.
Thanks to my darling friend Kristin, Jim Cantore tweeted me on Monday. We both got all "fan girl" over it.
Please tell me you know who Jim Cantore is.
I've decided that I need a makeover, in a serious way. My college self is horrified by my growing-out roots, and poorly proportioned styling.
As evidence, I present to you this intended What We Wore fail:
Horizontal stripes, cuffed denim, and flat shoes. Mary and Joseph! I'm only 4'10", and I look 3'10" here. And pregnant. Which I'm not, by the way.
Oh hai, ashy roots. How you doin'? Obviously, this is not my stylist's fault -- who is awesome. Minus the roots, I think my hair kinda looks like fire. Girl on fire. Prettiness. Note to self: Get your butt to the salon.
But this whole being-a-mama thing? It's pretty grand.
Get a load of this cutie:
So much 'tude!
Happy Hump Day, friends.
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