Today, I am...
CRAVING A TATTOO. Because the infant in my arms wasn't a permanent enough change to my life. Don't worry, I won't get a tattoo. I'm saving it for the random roadtrip with my girlfriends. What would I get? I already know: a tiny Medusa's head on my wrist.
READING AUGUSTEN BURROUGHS. Again. Love him and everything he's written. He kicks David Sedaris' trash. I read him aloud to Fin while she nurses. Her favorite is the anecdote about Debbie the cleaning lady.
LOOKING FOR THINGS TO WEAR TO FIN'S BLESSING. But being 30 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight, it's hopeless. I want this dress...
Or this skirt...
Or this skirt...
But I think the rule is that I have to wear these now...
Or this.
DYING FOR A HUGE BOWL OF BERRIES. But for five bucks a pound, I'll wait for summer.
DYING FOR A HUGE BOWL OF BERRIES. But for five bucks a pound, I'll wait for summer.
WANTING TO CUT MY NATURALLY CURLY HAIR LIKE THIS...
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