We had a great weekend with the rents-in-law. New posts coming soon.
Everytime I see this sign for a new District Attorney, I immediately think, “Tim Gunn? Is Tim Gunn from Project Runway running for something in KS? Oh, it’s Guinn.” No, I literally have that same conversation with myself everyday. Although, now it is condensed a bit to: “Tim Gunn? No, Carolyn, it’s Guinn, remember?” and finally: “Tim Gu– no Carolyn.” And then I drive on.
P.S. I almost killed myself trying to take this pic.
I hate when my car gives me guilt trips
about my workout routine.
I asked R. to research some places to stay in St. Louis for a quick trip we’ll be making soon for my birthday.
This is what he typed in. It made me laugh.
Does the color of my shirt ease any stomach ailments you might have? It’s more abrasive in person.
If you can’t tell, not much is happening this week. Must be the calm before the Labor Day storm.
During our garage sale, the jaw-dropping moment I realized my sister snuck in the bridesmaids shoes I bought her for my wedding. After some thought, I agreed that $2 was an honest selling price. Look how the sunlight just gleams off the design.
I think they ended up going to Goodwill.
Little known fact about Carolyn that normally wouldn’t have been shared if not for a computer screen’s false sense of security. She buys the gigantic Costco size box of Fiber One bars.
Please continue discussing ‘Last of the Mohicans’ dialogue.
My niece, after we successfully guessed her
Win, Lose, or Draw clue: “Pippy Longstocking”
What I knowingly impose on society’s eyes.
If I can’t see it, who cares. Right?
What we encountered on our walk to the store:
Dog or Gargoyle. You decide.
This sighting will soon become a rare one. The owners said that this was the last night he got to sit on the roof b/c he doesn’t come down anymore to go to the bathroom.
I could let this define my life…but I won’t.