You buy a bag of mini powdered donuts and they're all wet. Ew.
Or you spend hours sorting through a bunch of outgrown clothes to consign online, at this place that seems really cool, and came recommended, and after setting your expectations super low (maybe I'll get a buck apiece - $20+? that'd be okay), they only give you $6.41. Man that pissed me off.
I am however SO EXCITED that Michael Kors will be judging the ProRun finale. In which I'm rooting for Michelle.
And excited to have picked up two delicious-looking YA books at the library yesterday evening. Maybe I'll even settle down enough read them.
I'm in desperate need of yoga for my ridiculous limbs. Aging is sooo overrated.
Last night of bells practice! Until the fall. Last Wed. night dinner, too. A small, only-handbells potluck.
Here are the vegetables.
And here is the puppy.
I love them both, but in different ways.