there is something magical about the desert.
To prepare for our trip the boy has picked up some phrases so far he has:
Where are my nachos
My fucking girlfriend
I totally bought the cardboard applicator by accident. Mmmmffffffuuuuuu!
So I did what anyone would do: bought new sunglasses.
My friend is having his son’s first birthday at a bar. And they asked for no gifts.
So pretty much we are just hanging out at the bar with a baby.
Little does he know that this scarf of covering a questionable stain.
My dog ate the face of his new toy. Some people would sew it up and be done with it. Not me.
Say hi to slow Larry.
I feel like I’ve been a little boring lately. I’ve been working, suffering from allergies and to be 100% honest- the boy mentioned we may go to Mexico in May and I seriously cannot stop thinking about it.
So I have been shopping in my head of all the swim suits I get to wear, day dreaming about sun, tacos and pure nothingness.
If the plans fall through you will be able to find me in the basement crying into a bottle of tequila laying on a pile of clothes that I will refer to as my ‘hammock’, doing my best peggy-hill-like spanish.