25 weeks, barefoot and pregnant in our front yard.
365 days ago, barefoot and slightly buzzed in Door County. The shirt is the only thing from the original outfit that still fits. Well, that and the jewelry. Thank goodness that jewelry always fits (unless you are like my coworker, who at six months can't wear her wedding rings any longer.)We spent a couple of hours cleaning house today. It's amazing how dusty things can get when you ignore your house and yard for almost a month. But we're expecting people for a Fourth of July BBQ, so we figured it was time to mow the lawn and clean the bathrooms. The joys of home ownership!
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