Hour one of twelve hours standing on Saturday. Not going to complain because look at that scenery.
Sure the dress code is “hipster Stevie Nicks” but next time I’m wearing compression socks and no one can stop me.
Not as big as the ones you’ll find in books written by paleontologists, but her bark makes up for all of that.
Daughter, sister and long-suffering teacher.
A portrait of the artist that is so misleading you wouldn’t forgive him either if you knew the truth.
It’s like trying to keep track of tiny glass slippers and NO WONDER Cinderella’s stepmom was so uptight.
I step, you step, we step.
I’m glad that the exercise ball I bought for my bad back is being used as it was originally intended.
Just one of at least a dozen servings of vegetables he should be eating a day, right?
You’ll notice she’s in a dress that not two minutes after this photo was taken ended up on the floor of her room in favor of another one.