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.

and i still don't know what i wanna be when i grow up.

on the walk to the park holding a hand of a four year old and a two year old:

four: "it took me a really long time to figure out what i wanted to be when i grow up, but i just looked at my choices and picked the greatest ones (policeman). but i still don't know what i want to be for halloween"

two: "jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way"

friday nights.

happy hour, target time, minute mani,

 and greys and guac socks. 

keys to a successful galentine's day.

1. celebrate the day before galentines. 

2. go to paint your own pottery. 

3. sit next to people on a first date. 

4. decide you want wine. send the redhead to the liquor store. 

5. realize you don't have a corkscrew. 

6. send bronde to the liquor store. she will return with a twist off bottle of rosé. 

7. paint pottery while sipping on pink wine and eaves dropping on the first date. 

8. stay at the pottery place until closing time. 

9. go to a barbecue place on a friday in lent. 

10. realize the couple on the first date had the same idea. 

11. chat and catch up with some wonderful ladies. 

12. make sure you say things like "ladies celebratin' ladies" "uteruses before duderuses" and "ovaries before brovaries"

13. have an amazing time.