Last night we went to a Mumford and Sons concert. It was an amazing show, and I felt so lucky to share the experience with my best guy.
If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.
Ain’t no party like a nana’s house party, ’cause a nana’s house party’s got cousins.
My feeling is, something went wrong.
“I don’t want the yogurt to go down to my feet. There’s bones in the way.”
Well this was utterly terrifying to walk in on after the kids are in bed. And I’m home alone. Probably not a ritual sacrifice.
Surely nothing can be such an exercise in futility. But wow am I glad for the opportunity to exercise that.
