Yet another dress that reminds me of ice cream. I’m starting to see a sweet-tooth, dessert-obsessed pattern here…
The only thing better than a three-day weekend is the four-day work week that follows it. When I wake up every morning, I foggily count out the days on my fingers to try and figure out where we are in the week. I was so excited when my counting got me to Friday. Look out weekend, here I come.
Not that I have big, exciting plans or anything. It looks like it may be a rainy couple of days. All the better to laze around in.
What do you think?