Dear Timothy James, yesterday we smoked brisket, ate pie, watched our hive split into our maple tree, and enjoyed time with sweet friends on the front porch. Thanks for making Mother's Day so simple and memorable. Dear Bravey Train, your love for speaking yawnese left me no choice but to master eating with one hand. #readyforchopsticks Dear Daily Goals, lately you've become more simplified. Get downstairs before noon, eat something other than cookies for breakfast, and walk to the drug store for more of these. Dear Mr. Loerke, love you more than 187 dirty size 1's with a side of wet wipes. Over and out.
Happy Monday, brave ones! What was the best part of your weekend?