Hello, friends! Here’s how our week 8 of 2018 looked…
Out for a Sunday stroll with my main man.
Joe Cool, right here.
Touches of V-day spirit everywhere.
My preferred candy heart would say, “BRING ME TACOS.”
Can I have one of these lotus lamps, pretty please?
I went a little Crazy Plant Lady last weekend.
I had one of these plants when I was a kid. It makes me stupidly happy to have one on my desk now. (Plus they’re basically impossible to kill, which is a definite advantage for me.)
Quiet time for mama.
Sunday night nacho sitch.
Eating guac like it’s his job.
I hope these two always like each other this much.
Rise and grind, baby.
Can you believe I’ve been working out consistently for 2 months now? Feels really good. Especially when I’ve got that post-leg day swell going on.
RELAXED to the max.
Almost ready to submit my application to grad school.
I wonder if kids these days will even understand that VCR once referred to a video recording. Or that cheap VCRs could eat your tapes if you weren’t careful.
You know. Totally normal terrarium stuff.
Part of me still wants to be a barista.
Ermagherd, it’s Starbucks Friday!
Getting to be such a big boy.
He’ll always be my baby, though.
Hers and His.
My dad would approve.
Come to mama.
Tempted to decorate my house with some branches like those.
I don’t know how people smoke a pack or more of these a day. I took two drags and have had a cough and a sore throat ever since. Gross.
And that’s a wrap for week 8! What’s on your agenda for week 9? Whatever it is, I hope it’s good!
Look into the past!