This kid gets any cuter and I am going to spontaneously become pregnant.
I really don’t even have the energy right now to write about it all.
You could put this dog in your mouth and start chewing and she wouldn’t offer a single protest.
I feel sorry for all days that were not today, because today was great.
To be fair, it’s not technically the birth. This bromance has been brewing for a long time. We won’t speak of the incident at Christmas. Also, I love how Ben is totally selling it with the bedroom face. Tooooootally selling. Broooootally selling it.
*ducks to avoid a neck-shanking from Zach*
I was going to post a photo of the delicious plate of Make-It-Work potluck goodness (seriously, the things you people make out of random unplanned pantry ingredients is ridonkulous), but hot damn, every other picture of this 365 project has been taken of food, or in a restaurant or bar. And the only pictures I’ve taken today (Monday) have been in a restaurant. Of food. And a box containing leftovers. This is problematic for many reasons but mostly because it means that it is really going to sting when this decadent lifestyle inevitably comes to a halt. Also because it means I still can’t quite fit into my favorite jeans and this is most distressing for me and, I’m sure, everyone else on the planet, GAH.
So instead of yet another food foto, I went with the picture of the Brief but Great Closetalking Experiment of 2009. You’re welcome.