scandanavian design.

and american food. 

i forgot to take a picture of him sipping jaeger bombs.

but this tiny party hat is from Bi's birthday. 

gotta start adding letters back in!

i tried to break my snooze habit by placing my alarm all the way across my apartment.

but i just walk to the counter, turn it off, and get back in bed. uber for dayz. 

when the flowers are taller than you.

i did nothing...

but dominate. 

la vie en rose.

with nine times the la vie. 

rogue fireworks.

and beach town parades. happy fourth :)

it's easy to visit your friends at work.

when they work in the same place. 

and you have summers off. 

i'll stick to the art of folding dough.

instead of folding paper. 

butterflies, moths and minnesota accents.

oh. my. 

where's the graffitied "it's been waiting for you?"

in other news i was able to reload the blogger app from my purchased apps. and thank god. that was almost the end of shannonanigans/love & pineapples. 

pineapples are yummy.

today we went on a field trip and i got a sunburn. 

but then i came back to school and my secret buddy left me a pineapple and a poem. 

who has time to eat breakfast?

or pack lunch?

they know me well.

as i was walking past the playground, a pre-k 3 shouted, "Ms. Blue, is your uber here?"

classic. 

gotr.

girls on the run is so much fun! 

jazzy jazz made it the first two miles without stopping then we agreed that we hate to love and love to hate running and had a transfer of the magic sunglasses.

see you in december, anacostia park! 

tales of weekends past.

a friday full of friends. 

a saturday full of work. 

and a sunday full of sleep. and then running into friends at mass. and then going to dinner. and then lattes. 

this week though.

and by this i mean last. 

besties & babies. 

babies who brunch. 

instilling the fashion principles of mary-kate olsen early. 

up on a tuesday. 

when in admo. 

end of tax season party. 

slay girl, slay. 

#prune. #duh. 

blog drought.

two out of three meals were burgers.

and there was rosé, cupcakes and multiple iced coffees. more importantly, smiles and lots of love. 

 

here's to being an age divisible by 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 12, and 24! 

texts from ms. ramos.

 

she makes it seem like i have a problem?

we're up all night to make icing.

time for another butter run. 

spotted.

queen g with the g'rents taking in some monet. 

she didn't get what all the fuss was about.  

my dad took the day off work to hang out.

and by hang out he meant rake the yard.

 

did i mention i hate physical labor?

childhood bedroom chillin.

sparkly butterflies that I stenciled in fifth grade and all. 

the language of sequins.

scenes from a sight observation. 

a different kind of Ivy League.

I got it at target. 

sunnies, students and strolls.

in case you didn't know. 

dress up haze.

monday: green

tuesday: cool cats in hats

wednesday: stripes, stripes, stripes

thursday: pajamas

and then the three billie goats gruff:

i'm slightly obsessed with how our make-up and costumes turned out. 

i didn't bring lunch.

and i much prefer the regret of goldfish to the regret of pizza. 

i mean, fish have a lot of omega-3's, right?

seriously though.

there's just something about sunday nights. 

cinnamon cream cheese icing.

and the basic b*tch of all cupcake flavors splattered across my kitchen. 

and so another late night of baked goods leaves me with a sink full of dishes and no desire to do anything about it. 

time and pajamas tell all.

this may or may not have used to be my twitter profile. with early mornings mixed in for good measure. 

friends who grocery shop together.

most likely, probably stay friends. 

shout out to all my trader hoes.