golden girls and boys

...for the oldies who watch from outside their leisure world condos each memorial day morning at the laguna hills 5k.  their flag waving, cheeriness and general wrinkly adorableness make the gasping for air pleasant jog walking so much more fun.  i hope i'm that cute when i'm 90. 

smoky mike

...that this was the only damage done in the aftermath of my accidental microwave fire.  unless you count the house smelling like burnt popcorn meets bbq s'mores.  i was only trying to disinfect the sponge.  i guess i'm not an accidental housewife after all. 

i like to move it move it

 ...that no one mistook me for an extra from 'madagascar' at the strawberry festival this weekend.  every summer i try and find a fun pair of sunnies to add to my collection.  i tell my husband the bigger buggy ones protect my delicate eyes.  he'll thank me in 50 years. 

i looked thrilled

...that i can file this under "math trainings i never have to attend again."  um... real world applications of estimation i can get behind, but this toilet paper mummy felt like a bridal shower gone terribly, terribly wrong.  for the record, my team was only 10' short in our estimation.  and i'm wearing a bulky sweater.

ice cream pants

...for color combinations that make me feel a little sassy.  and that none of my students called me "mrs. pistachio" today.

we did it on porpoise

...that i fed and pet the stingray on our honeymoon.  all some of our family members and friends doubted i could.  and mom, they told us to slouch like that to give the ray more support and get all of us in the shot.  i promise.

it's box of fun

...for pretending to be trendy.  once a month, my birchbox arrives with all kinds of girlyness.  it can be hit or miss (february's stick on eyeliner just felt wrong, pun intended), but this month was a gem.  facewash, gold nail polish, eyeliner and hair samples?  don't mind if i do.