“Purple People Eater” is the ongoing soundtrack to this home.
I have created monsters. Adorable ones, but monsters.
The more women who understand that they have power and access to what they need, the more who will understand the urgency to extend help to those who have none. I truly believe this.
I won’t call it Purple Haze because I will be deliberately misunderstood and oh, the email. From my mom.
Yes, I normally post this on Fridays but last Friday got away from me and I’m breaking the rules. Alert my bishop.
Giving my other two children some much needed attention in between taking photos of trees.
So there’s a glass. With liquid in it. And it’s filled halfway to the top. I can do this.
If anything just call her up and say, “I’m so sorry for everything.” She’ll know immediately who it is.
This was supposed to be a shot of Chuck enjoying a warm afternoon, but not according to Her Majesty.
Yet another developmental milestone whose rewards are in direct proportion to the years it takes off of your life.