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.
I remember the first time I ever had a scone. There is this little cafe in the shore town my parents live in and my mom and I popped in for a treat. I was probably 12. There were these beautiful rustic mounds of pastry deliciousness that I’ve never encountered before. But, I saw chocolate chunks and I had to take the chance.
You know when you wake up in the morning at a hotel and your body is like so sunken into the fluffy mattress that your eyes are open but you just can’t move because any movement would ruin the moment of pure and perfect rest? Longest sentence award. That’s how the mattress is here in our rental. I wake up and just lay. I don’t think I’ve slept on a mattress this comfortable in at least 10 years.
Guys. Last week was tough. Friday, in particular, was a unique kind of horrible. I swear at one point I said to myself, “OMG, I want to poke my eyeballs out.” I don’t know how or why this came to my head. But it describes exactly how I felt. I took a much needed break this weekend and rode bikes around town with Jaryd. It rejuvenated me…