it's seriously so happy here OR no, i'm not going to stop talking about this OR if you're sick of seing pictures of babies then stop reading this

goal for the week: get some freckles on my face

i just swam. and then laid on a chair next to the pool. in the sun. and read a book. all for the sake of my goal, of course. anyway-so far, so good.

We'll Set Your Kids Straight

After going through 4 years of orthodontia {including a "jawbreaker" that was secured to the roof of my mouth and tightened (expanded) with a key (lovingly turned by my mother) every morning before school and every night before bed (yes, tears would stream)} I'm kind of upset to realize that I love crooked teeth. I never expected to feel the way I do now about crooked teeth. I'm kind of jealous? I mean, there is this exactly perfect amount of crookedness that is just so attractive. It's probably appealing because it's impossible to obtain artificially? I feel the same way about gaps. They are so charming on the right person. (uh hem, adam. uh hem, mama. uh hem, grandpa robert.) So anyway, I'm thinking I'll never fix my children's teeth and just hope that they grow the perfect kind of crooked teeth that I now adore? And not the non-perfect kind like Jewel or Thom. And just hope that they like having crooked teeth? Is that mean? 

{p.s. mom and dad, thank you for fixing my teeth. i don't think i ever had the perfectly crooked potential anyway. and it could have been a disaster. and i really like my teeth now.}

i buy my friends at DI

My new best friend is this piggy bank that I bought at DI for 1 dollar on Saturday. Incidentally, I'd been searching semi-high and semi-low for a piggy bank (and a new friend) in recent months. But I should have known that the best friends come in the most unlikely places. She came all the way from Mexico (with a gaping hole) to be with me.

 

i'm going to disneyland

words cannot describe how excited i am for this to be my forecast:

and not this: