Slice of Life — Just Random

I am choosing napping over writing a coherent post. Admit it: you would do the same.

Sam is wearing shorts and a T-shirt and I have to stop myself from biting him. He is impossibly soft.

A motorcycle always decides to rev its engine in front of our house the moment Sam falls asleep.

Never underestimate the amount of time a little boy can spend in a dirty, dangerous garage.

Capri pants. Flip flops. March.

Must. Get. Pedicure.

Gifford’s Lobster Track ice cream. Look it up. Drool.

Pounds lost since January:12. Willpower required not to eat entire tub of ice cream: inhuman.

Is “inhuman” a word?

There goes the motorcycle again.



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