I got this picture by text the other day, it's Lucas's way of sending love from some field in the middle of no where. He left last week for training and sent this saying the sunflowers remind him of me, so he keeps one around. Uh, I think the last 3 years have softened the both of us. really tho, it's sweet and I love it.
But before he took off....
I scored us another night out.... this time it was habatchi, hand rolls and wine. Don't ask about the dessert fruit platter. We're still not sure who ordered it for us but we scarfed it down like the rest of the food that had been placed in front of us. Woof. I hate it when food is so good you can't stop eating it! Japanese and Mexican are the two main instances of this. I just can't help it! And poor Lucas, it must feel like a last meal when you know you're stuck with MRE's for the next few weeks.
A special thank you goes to Pinterest for the outfit inspiration. With all the changes lately and the "summer lovin' I refuse to sit indoors" attitude... I haven't given much thought to my outfits. Let me show you the outfits of the week since that dinner...
Not much in terms of style-spiration! Sometimes you got it and sometimes you don't. I haven't really needed it considering all I do lately is workout, run, run after dog, run after kid, run after stupid ice cream truck. Despite the rainbow closet, all my creative energy has gone into the house and my seventh graders homework....that seventh grader who's turning 13 today! WOOHOO!!! And guess what he's asked for as his birthday dinner... Mexican. Oh, here we go again
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Are you getting in as much summer as you can?
When's the last time you turned to Pinterest for style help?
P.S. Fingers crossed I devote some time to finishing off the new blog design. Thank you, thank you for all the nice comments about it!!! I'm in love with it and anxious for the challenge and a new look. If I could just make myself sit down for more than a few minutes....
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