This is what I found when I came to fetch the next load of laundry to wash. Luckily, he wasn’t a bit bothered when I transferred him ever-so-gently from his bed of dirty laundry to a much more snuggly pile of fresh, warm, clean laundry.
Cloudless sky, 65 degrees… This is a welcome change from the recent heat wave.
One more year of junior high in the books.
My cough drop knows its audience.
Not pictured: the accurate representation of my Hobonichi Techo that Connor drew on my birthday card; the medium Colby and chicken from Halftime Pizza that was SO NOT A MEDIUM WTF that will be feeding us for the foreseeable future; and the awesome chocolate fudge brownie ice cream cake that will also be feeding us for the foreseeable future.
This was a good day.
