Have you ever looked down midday and realized you have a HUGE coffee stain down the front of your shirt? I have. I don’t know when it happened. I don’t know how long I was walking around like that, but yeah. Thanks for telling me, NO ONE.
Jaryd got home from work early today. I said, “Hey will you help me out and schedule dentist appointments for the whole family?” Um, I’ll never do that again. He took probably 30 minutes discussing potential time slots with the receptionist only to suddenly be reminded of why that that date wouldn’t work, thus needing to start over again. Who knew he was so bad at making appointments?
True story. I am sitting in a juice shop/café typing this post. I feel like a legit blogger, you guys!! I have my Macadamia nut milk latte, my food ready to be consumed at the strike of noon, and adorable little succulents on the marble bartop I’m sitting at. This is so fun, why don’t I do this more?
Let’s be real here. I get granola FOMO sometimes. For what seems like a few years now, I’ve oogled at granola parfaits and granola bars and always got bummed out that there weren’t any brands that suited our dietary needs.
Lately we’ve had a popcorn obsession in our hours. I make the kids eat it outside because we get pretttaay messy with it. I’m a kettle corn girl. Give me alll the kettle corn and I am good to go. I start out with one little dainty kernel…