I'd love to be one of those bloggers who takes 94 pictures over the weekend and has them watermarked, edited, and posted by Sunday evening in storybook fashion. Those posts are always interesting to read because I know it's something I could never do.
This is what I've got for you today:
Me, driving down the turnpike from Pittsburgh to Carlisle. No makeup and unshowered.
I guess we don't visit enough.
She didn't hold onto my leg like that.
What that dress was supposed to look like, minus the leggings and boots.
Scott "accidentally" got gum in my hair. He said he'd pick it out. I saved him the trouble by taking the scissors out of the first aid kit, while we were driving down the road, and cutting it out. I wasn't happy.
Also, that's the lid selection at a convenience store in St. Louis. Mesmerizing, right?
I bought Scott an Alaska air freshener. I'm thought he'd appreciate that.
Also, it's rained 80% of our time in PA. Go figure, right? Yesterday, it was spitting some snow flurries. Which is why...I had to wear my workout leggings. I didn't pack any real pants. I thought it'd be warm and stuff.
Finally...I had a blate! Well, kind of. Becky and I knew each other before I started blogging (she's blogged longer than me), but that's how we keep in touch now. So let's call it a blate.
One more thing that's checked off the blogging to-do list! Thanks Becky!
