Dear Husband, yesterday we made an offer on a house. One word: HOLLYSH%TBALLS. Ps- love you more than a 105 year old creaky hardwoods. Dear Monday Nights, making hand thrown mugs, check. Bean Boots for easy cleaning, check. Dixie cup full of cab, check. You are quickly becoming the highlight of my week. Dear River, you now have 7 stitches and get to wear a lampshade on your head. Pretty sure you're the cutest pup I've ever seen. Dear Timothy James, FREEEEEEEDOM! So proud of you for finishing up your last ER shift in Dallas. Praying for tight lines as you fish your way to Kentucky!
Happy Tuesday, brave ones! Have you ever had stitches before? I'm convinced it's a right of passage. Kind of like your first armpit hair or first speeding ticket.