Ouchies. My arm hurts. I did a zumba class without problem, though. Hopefully I don’t roll over on my left arm during the night - it hurts extra when there’s any pressure on it. Welp.
Hey fat boy, I wanna make you smile.
Hey big boy, come play with me for a while.
So crazy tired.
I ate so much picnic food today.
Happy Memorial Day.
Goodnight.
Amurica.
And this was my cuddle buddy while I house-sat in Doylestown last week.
This is from last week when I went to Cavanaugh’s River Deck, but I haven’t been able to access my phone’s online album since then.
This is how cute I look when I go dancing.
I wish I could remember it a bit more vividly. According to my sober brother I exclaimed that “IT BIT ME!” when I took my first drink of it.
2 words: Open Bar.
Also, it was outdoors, and it was absolutely gorgeous out today. Definitely made the right outfit choice with a summery dress. My poor brother was sweating in his suit.
For some reason I’m drunk off of 2 giant cups of beer, t hough. That ususally doen’t happen. Oh well.
Can’t wait til next friday. or the one after that. or the one after that. etc.