it's all misty pinky-blue outside the window right now and there's all these weird abandoned hay bails that look like deer sticking out of the field. I would post a picture but there are currently zero cameras in my house. And I found these high-waitsted floral capri pants (use your imagination) in my garage on top of a sweater with holes in it. Did someone used to wear them? Where did they come from?
And last night we laid on the floor and watched Dirty Dancing for the nth millionth time and it felt just like the first time, so right. Seriously, don't know why I love that movie so much
