It’s fall all over. Barely 9am and it’s GORGEOUS outside! You all know me, I rarely say that. Gorgeous and outside are not words to be used together in the same sentence, unless it’s “it’s too gorgeous in here to go outside”, that’s acceptable. I may even have to put on outdoor clothes (read: something other than the sweatshirt and shorts I’ve been wearing for two weeks straight) and walk around out there a bit. Don’t worry, I won’t go far and I won’t be unsupervised.
Three Sheeps To The Wind hangs over our bed so we can count drunk sheep ’til we fall asleep. Continue reading