When i die bury me inside a
free little library
on top of mt. davidson
with a painted bench
and an unauthorized rope swing
and when I say bury me I mean scatter my ashes but that just doesn't work with the song.
I’m already mourning the day my 4yo figures out they’re called hotels and not hot towels and that we ride in elevators not alligators. I hope that day never comes.
I’m already mourning the day my 4yo figures out they’re called hotels and not hot towels and that we ride in elevators not alligators. I hope that day never comes.
My husband just sent me this photo. I’m guessing that means I’m the one who did this. 🤦🏻♀️
Mom brain?
Working mom brain?
Perimenopause brain?
Just plain losing it?
Absolutely dead 💀 https://t.co/8Lu7ZdZErc
“Do you want me to create a fun kid-friendly version (since you’ve got the Frozen can) or more of a grown-up elevated version?”
If anyone’s looking for some last-minute dinner inspo, my 3yo is currently getting down on chicken noodle soup, a pickle, and lemonade.
Tastemaker in the making.