i’m not giving you hours today, because to be honest, i totally lost track of what i was doing.

breakfast buddy

capitalism, socialism, and democracy, and french breakfast

she’s got a big fat check from the livestock auction to deposit, yo.

we stopped in the middle of the road to rescue a turtle around here.

life is hard, take more naps.

more capitalism, socialism, and democracy, and knitting

the view from my hair stylist’s salon is ok i guess.

surprise!

sometimes i feel like i spend 175% of my life washing dishes.

more french breakfast in the mug they gave me when i graduated college and i’m only sharing this with you because sometimes i suddenly say to myself, “holy shit, i graduated college!”

deer watching from the dining room window seat.

realized my thermos was the perfect place for my sleeping bear sticker.

illicit late night snack. i swear i only ate half. … and then went back later and ate the other half. how can i be expected to resist fresh donuts from the farm?

stupid o’clock. why won’t my children go the fuck to sleep, i ask you?