I’m just popping in tonight to say that I still exist, y’all. I have been doing a really terrible job of updating the blog lately, but my house is clean and I’m getting other overdue things accomplished. Decent trade off, I guess. This weekend was Friendsgiving, and I’m pretty sure we’re only a year or two away from that becoming an actual holiday. Other than eating ourselves sick the past few days, we didn’t do all that much. Per usual, we’ll just caption the photos and move on with our lives. One sentence per picture sounds good to me.
We them for a solid five minutes after this embarrassment of a photo.
Then this happened, just like literally every other time a group of girls tries to pose in unison.
Thanksgiving: the day when you feast on all the beige foods in existence.
When you can’t decide what to eat for dessert, this happens.
Word of warning: carefully measure each ingredient when you make a huge batch of cranberry margaritas.
My toddler taught me how to do mountain climbers and then tested me afterward.
I totally nailed it.
Let’s be real, is anyone not that excited about pumpkin bread?
I would sit here and explain how stressed out I am about having to slack on one of my favorite hobbies, but I have to go slack on one of my favorite hobbies. Yep, I’m depressed about losing time to blog yet I’m hopping off of the blog to go watch Scandal. I have issues, my friends. Have a great night!