Boring old blogger.
At first I didn't like how poofy and full it was - but it has grown on me so much and now I love it. I keep pulling autumn looking weeds and sticking them in there.
Take Care,
Jenny
At first I didn't like how poofy and full it was - but it has grown on me so much and now I love it. I keep pulling autumn looking weeds and sticking them in there.
Take Care,
Jenny
Here is reality:
All in all:
I suppose I should have prefaced this post with a warning that I'm cranky today and not really wanting to be an adult - but doing so would have been very adult-like of me and I don't want to. So there. And, you're not the boss of me. And all the other childish things I could say... :)
Jenny (the not so grown up)
P.S. Sorry if I offended anyone with the "you're not the boss of me" statement. My brother and I use to say that to eachother all the time and it's become the family joke.
P.S.S. If there are any children reading this post - please, please, PLEASE, listen to your parents about how good you have it now - you really do. I promise. Also, anytime you're given the oportunity to take a nap - DO NOT PASS IT UP. Trust me.
Above: Me, Hubb's and the dogs at the beach
Below: Hubb's in his mountain gear, I can't resist this look