Oh my golly.
As I write this, I have just returned from my first proper run since I was 12 weeks pregnant with Adlai (at which point I tried to run, felt like I was going to puke, and decided that was it for running). I’m feeling pretty good – I probably ran a couple of miles – but I also feel like death and like my bed needs me in it, stat.
For that reason, I’m going to keep this short and sweet.
An herb garden in tea tins.
I have tea tins. Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?
Brownie batter, poured over Oreos, arranged over cookie dough.
I’m crying right now.
It’s good life advice.
Plus, Doogie said it, so you know it’s true.
And on that note, I’m going to go be awesome in my bed.
See you tomorrow!