Happy Valentine's Day!
I was really committed to a Cupid themed photoshoot, but her 20 minute refresher nap didn't give me enough time to scrounge up feathers for wings. (Or, I guess, less authentically paint some onto cardboard). That and she HATED the fluffy halo headband so much, that my Cupid was going to have a decidedly un.angelic face. With chewed bits of fluffy headband remnants all around. I would have *really* wanted to go gather seagull feathers by the shore, for the most spectacularglued wings ever, but I started doubting their hygenic potential. Can feathers transmit rabies? Do seagulls have rabies? Other skin deseases? Fleas, perhaps? These things keep me up at night. Thankfully, because I never got off my bum, they don't have to this time around.
I'm trying to get back into blogging. By which I mean, at least once daily I think very hard, "I should blog about this" but then I don't. So, I'm 50% there. There are so many cool things I want to write about, and photos I want to share, but then I don't, and then other cool new things happen, and then I forget, and then it never happens. It must be a time management issue.
It makes me feel like this:
(Those chocolate strawberries are downright heart breaking when they're rudely taken away).
I'm going to be better. From now on, I will write once a week, for sure. And then we'll see. A similar approach to the gym has blossomed brilliantly, and I'm almost, like, a runner. (Well, a waddling runner wanna-be, like my friends who actually are runners but let's not split hairs).