"don't say it's a fine mornin or i'll shoot ya!"

top: JCPenney (decree), scarf: charlotte russe, sweater: platos (tricot joli), belt: papaya, skirt: gap, shoes: dots

.a.w.k.w.a.r.d.

-Junk on the bottom of the oven. Our fire alarm goes off LITERALLY every time we bake something for more than 10 minutes. But have we taken the time to clean out the oven? Of course not. We’ve just developed a system of waving the broom around in front of the fire alarm and opening the back door to get it to stop going off.
-The complications of copy and paste. It’s almost a reflex now, and a couple days ago, I almost sent a message with the phrase “Kids are welcome” at the bottom of an fb message to a friend about an upcoming coffee date. Nice touch? Maybe I should add Kids are welcome to my gmail signature.
-honking at someone for swerving in front of you and then having to drive side-by-side for 3 miles at 35 mph. You just KNOW they are avoiding eye contact too.

.a.w.e.s.o.m.e.

-Commenting on blogs when I’m hyper.
-This verse:"...may all who love You be like the sun when it rises in its strength" Judges 5:31
-“I’m tired of reading about the royal wedding” Patrick, after perusing the news online.
-Using lines in everyday conversation from a family fave flick: Mcclintock. “Start meanderin”, “Don’t say, ‘it’s a fine morning’ or I’ll shoot ya!”, “That your plug?”
-Rhubarb Custard pie from the local bakery. Patrick and I battled over the last piece yesterday. In the end, I surrendered on the condition that I got the tip bite. Which is the best bite, we all know. Unless you are a crust-lover, which I am definitely not.