Because if it doesn't happen on Friday, it's probably not
going to happen on Saturday or Sunday either.
It's just not.

going to happen on Saturday or Sunday either.
It's just not.

Last week I made a tutu for Abby.

6.yards.of.tulle. and she wasn't excited people!
Have you ever sewn with tulle?!
I'll just stop there...
before I start using the caps lock.

At least that would explain why I ate the entire box for breakfast one morning.

I could play it all off tough and macho like, pretending I used that staple gun, but really I cringed and covered my ears
every time Andy pulled the trigger.
I supervised where the staples went.

screaming like a banshee something unintelligible about her sucker.
This is what I saw when I turned around.

This is the text I get Tuesday morning.

Come on now.
We went to an animal museum with some friends last week.
It was crazy fun.

Little as in red kool-aid splattered across the entire kitchen little.

It's February 5 apparently.
Mark your calendars for next year.
Head on over the Plain Chicken for this Nutella Gooey Butter Cookie recipe.

I think he has a new appreciation for his wife.
Keep it real.
I'm going to go attempt to restore the house back to the state it was in last Thursday when I left.
Have I ever mentioned that I hate housework?

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