Tonight? I'm slumbering at Sarah's house. WHAT?
After having been college roommates for 3 of our 4 years, it has been a very long time since we've slept under the same roof. But duty calls early tomorrow morning in the form of Holly's 50-miler. We simply saw no other way.
Who knows? Maybe it'll become a regular thing.
In the spirit of the weekend, I thought I'd unload a mass quantity of photos on you. The bad news? You'll have to keep scrolling down. The good news? I'll try to keep my yammering to a minimum. Wish me luck, because you know that's like asking a baby to stop being so chunky and cute or asking a cat to stop being such a weirdo.
(Silas was inside during this photo opp due to an offense which shall remain unnamed.)
But here's the thing: I realized a very long time ago that however my man chooses to present himself (i.e. all gray outfit, all corduroy outfit, Nikes with Dockers, etc...) is not a reflection on me. I'm not into making people change their appearance to suit my whims. So, Ruby dresses like a circus clown, Calvin currently looks like he's wearing a gopher on his head, Silas went to school today with a mohawk, and Cory has a disastrous but well-deserved goatee, entirely gray thanks largely to our shortest child.
This is Leo.
Otherwise known as Our Vacation Buddies.
Or, as I like to refer to them, The Most Attractive Family on the Planet.
I ate: apple fritters, mini doughnuts, apple dumplings, popcorn.
I wore: my perfecte-coral fashionABLE scarf and the army green vest I impulse-bought at TJ Maxx about 6 years ago. It's one of my favorite things I own.
They wore: Backpacks. I have no idea why.
This makes Calvin laugh hysterically whenever he sees it.
This is how my living room often looks.
It's wonderful and tragic, all at the same time.
Also, I got a haircut.
Sidenote: Don't ever, ever tickle me. I hate it. It makes me cry.
But I will totally tickle you, if the occasion warrants it.
There are 5 or 6 of these pictures and my dad has the exact same expression in every single one of them. Like he's cast in stone or something.
I should have tickled him.
And finally, I present to you a brief, carefully edited collection entitled The Littlest in Wigs.
Happy Weekending, Pals!