It’s been at least a month since I updated ya’ll on life so I figured it was about time. Especially since we’ve had lots going on.
I was in Indiana last week, and I got to enjoy lots of delicious foods. Indiana is like a hidden gem of delightful, hipster restaurants. I think it’s what i miss most about living there. Not my family, not my house . . . the restaurants. The girls and I got some sangria at Bakersfield, and my main gal Elizabeth and I tried out Milktooth . . . and holy, holy, holy it’s so delicious. Please try it if you’re local.
Influence was last week, and as I expected, the time with my ladies was the best part. Lots of tears, and lots of laughter, and some more tears. So worth it . . .
Next week hopefully . . . hopefully . . . I’ll be able to process all my feelings into coherent words. In the meantime please enjoy the beautiful campfire scenery I was surrounded by all weekend.
That doggy up there is Barney Fyfe the basset hound. He and I played with glitter preparing for his mothers bachelorette party. I think she was there and filled my heart with joy to spend time with her . . . but I can’t really remember.
Justin, my littlest nephew, and I spent some time together. When we moved down here in March, he was barely one – had just started walking and barely any words. He’s a very quiet dude to begin with . . . but this week he talked to me! I think it was the cake I had.