My mom is here visiting and I am loving every second of it. She babysat my grumpy baby all afternoon while Steve and I went out for lunch (at Boston Pizza! Carbarific!) and enjoyed some child-free time together.
Cute picture, hey?
Do me a favour and take a nice, close look at the waistband of Avelyn’s pants.
Yes, that’s what you think it is: a WHOLE FREAKING LOT OF POOP.
My hand rested in his as we sauntered down the forest path. He was much taller than I, with sandy blonde hair and a nice smile. And he was my boyfriend, of three days. Ah, summer camp and the promise it held.
Today my mom called me up and after a few minutes of small talk she confessed, “The real reason I’m calling is because I want to know what a MILF is.
Despite the overcast skies, today has been bright, in my heart, that is. Nothing ground-breaking to report, just a few happy little things to note:
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