Watermelon Jerky in progress. (Taken with instagram)
I’m pretty sure this cycle of clomid didn’t even work. Stupid ovaries.
Blueberry snack + a new tutu.
Lump is at Grandma’s. I just cleaned out the fridge, and dinner is still unassembled. May tonight be lazy and productive, in other words, I’ll be spinning yarn for a friend’s wedding shawl while wearing my Star Wars pjs, on the couch. Sundays should always be this way.
Lump scored a few toys and books yard sale-ing. (Taken with instagram)
My row of potted tomatoes. (Taken with instagram)
I would have been so much more productive this week if I weren’t battling an eyelid twitch. I can barely show my wonky face at the post office, and have handed over the task of Lump’s daycare drop-off and pick-ups with Trevor. twitch twitch If this continues past the weekend, I’m running away and joining a circus. Seriously.
It’s all because of Alf. I blame that furry sucker for the amount of Trevors in this world.
—Trevor
Good morning, sweethearts. (Taken with instagram)
I’ve stayed up way too late tonight stalking my favorite forums and obsessing over my potted tomatoes. Tomorrow starts at 4:30am and I’ll meet daybreak with zombie eyes.
