So yesterday Chloe came into my office and said,
"I want to go to D.I."
And I thought, "Any excuse." I've been there several days this week alone for this camp project I'm on,
but I'll go again at the prompting of my teenager to look for her school clothes (she plans ahead).
Are you kidding me? Absolutely, I'm there.
I went to my favorite location, which I'm not tellin', and found all of this:
So yesterday we made our way to my favorite D.I. I went straight to the glass section, and surprise, surprise, the beam shone down and all 22 glasses were there waiting for me. Exactly 22. The occasion is now being sketched out in my dreams. Probably a fall gathering, with women of course. 24 women to be exact.
Would you like to come?
It's getting embarrassing, all these trips to thrift stores. I haven't gone in months, and now suddenly it's not just on a weekly basis, it seems daily.
Is anyone else struggling to get anything done? With the kids out of school and this Utah weather, I am totally in La La Land. I just want to be irresponsible, and plan and have parties all summer long. But the darn desk, dresser and nightstand are all calling my name to just get 'em done.