I have a rib injury. Well, it’s technically not my rib. It’s this thing called costochondritis and Jaryd diagnosed me. Basically I had this really aggressive cough and next thing I know my left rib was unbearably painful.
The other day the kids and I were heading out to the pool. As I was wrestling to get their bathing suits on (um, and mine lol), running around to gather towels and googles, and sunscreen, I heard a blender. I didn’t think much of it.
This past weekend we went out to a restaurant and ordered some cocktails. It was so nice to sit at a restaurant with some friends, order good food, and enjoyyy the company of adults sans kids. It’s been too long. Siiiiip.
I remember the first time I saw charcoal lemonade. It freaked me out. I saw it in a facebook ad and immediately clicked on it. Damn you, facebook ads, why you know me so well 😭
Let’s be real. I’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte. I’ve never had the craving. The inclination. The salivating tastebuds silently screaming sppiiiiice. Pumpkiiiin spiiiiiice. It just hasn’t happened.