Blow bubbles. . .
and more bubbles. . .
And more bubbles. Soak yourself in bubbles. Disrobe.
Then grab your bubbles and run like the dickens from
the people who want to make you wear pants.
Oh, the good life. I remember you. Today I blew bubbles with Olivia for an hour.
I pushed Emmerson on the swing for another hour. I took out my camera and used it.
I put away my laundry, and enjoyed it. (Maybe I'm done finding/washing/drying/matching
socks for the season? I could kiss sandal weather on the toes.) I made Thai food for dinner.
It feels like I haven't had a day like this since ratting your bangs was cool.
So grateful to have my little bundle of responsibilities tidily shelved and out of the way for now.
Dear the good life: it's so good to be back.
I put away my laundry, and enjoyed it. (Maybe I'm done finding/washing/drying/matching
socks for the season? I could kiss sandal weather on the toes.) I made Thai food for dinner.
It feels like I haven't had a day like this since ratting your bangs was cool.
So grateful to have my little bundle of responsibilities tidily shelved and out of the way for now.
Dear the good life: it's so good to be back.
