|Commander Land Mass attempts to jump over the back seat|
|but, upon further inspection, realizes that the backseat might be vast a hurdle, as her legs are wee|
|and thus, the land mass retreats to her den of sloth|
Dogs are just fabulous, fantastic creatures. Even if they are slothful, barking, drooling stink factories.
|being adored by passing crowds is exhausting|
|Ellie prepares to receive a crowd of ladies. Notes to single men: get thee a dog and head to the park. Dogs= panty peeler.|
|OMG! A picture of Lucy smiling!|
|and then, as soon as it arrived, the happiness was gone.|
|Neve can't leave the house with out wearing an elaborate head piece or a ball gown. Apparently elaborate head pieces and ball gowns are only acceptable if you're 3 years old or a drag queen, not if you're a 27 year old white girl. Snap.|
|Commander Princess Bride at the Milkshake Helm|
We also went to Old Town Warrenton so that we could swing by The Red Truck Bakery. They sell these red truck cookies that Neve is obsessed with.
|I told her to look at the camera and smile, so she looked at the camera and picked her nose. Alright, Neve.|
|she has the best little kid curls|
In other news, I woke up this morning with a stomach flu and feeling like an absolute space cadet zombie in a room that's so messy it's embarrassing. It's like a Trash and Clothing Bomb went off in here and the devastation is incalculable, but my motivation to clean it is...
|except I don't have a boss afro. /sigh|
Shit that needs to be taken care of this week:
-wean myself off xanax, learn to sleep/control Feelings Monster on my own
-excavate car (or, as my dad calls it, "de-skanking Audrey's car") (my car is pretty gross, guys)
-hire someone to pimp out my resume
-write something, damnit
-make cupcakes and buttercream frosting from the Back in the Day Bakery cookbook
So I'm off to begin quest for self-betterment, version 6,789.