Showing posts with label randomosity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label randomosity. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

Hello from your random friend

I am too scattered and busy for linear thinking and narrative, my friends. So you get... stream of consciousness guided by random pictures on my phone. Yay! 

 I am just going to drop this one pic to represent the others I have taken of Minnie EVERY SINGLE MORNING on her way to kindergarten. I cannot wait to assemble these into a video at the end of the school year (they are all live photos). The FIG is the whole collection, though-- or maybe the act of taking the pic every morning, the privilege of walking to school with her warm little hand in mind-- all of it.


Okay. Maybe this one, too


Leggings, Uggs, and sequins for date night, A jarring combo, to be sure. BUT I LOVED IT.

And then! I wore slipper Uggs on another date. I AM WHO I AM.



I like nothing more than taking the dog for a walk in the afternoon while Minnie scooters along in front of us-- it is cuteness overload every time.

And I know! The time change is the pits, but here we are scootering and walking at SEVEN FIFTEEN PM!


Oh wow, guys. It was foggy and humid and drizzly here, and I accidentally  had Duggar hair.

Do you think Dorothy picked a color scheme to match her dog on purpose?
Ben and I ate a pizza the other night-- in accidental symmetry. #meanttobetogether








Thursday, May 22, 2025

Thursday Randomosity

 Annabel got a new bed:

YOU BET I bought this dress even though it's a teeny bit big on top. It's a swishy, nightgown-y dream, and I love it.
Dorothy had fancy dance pics-- can't wait to see the edited versions.

She was really feeling her outfit, hair, and make up (I did threaten to not buy the pictures if she put on anymore foundation or orange blush because I am the best mom ever, obvs)
Harry has already set up his room for summer **dead hesk*
He brought home this stolen stuffed raccoon from the 1970s It was stolen in the 1970s, and now the speech team passes it down to a freshman every year. He is supposed to add some flair before he takes in back to school. Neat.
Never forget that make-your-own pizza is an activity AND a dinner.
TAP CLASS. It's so cute.
Tape for the estrogen patch just in case, and a book I liked so much I also bought her other one.

Sometimes you gotta run to Crumbl after school, you know??