Like six months ago I spilled one of those Bath and Body Works wall plug in things in a desk drawer at work. And not a good one either – a summery smelling one. And still, STILL it permeates into my pop tarts and makes them taste not like whole wheat strawberry, but more like a messed up island breeze.
Junior likes pop tarts. Speaking of.. While it is my opinion that the hardest part of being a parent is correctly installing car seats, the second hardest is when they get sick and it forces you to miss your Chevelle concert.
He’s feeling better but I’m still mad about it. And now the big one is sick! And he won’t lay down!
Guess what happens in 9 days? September. Guess what that means? The official end of summer in my head. (Eff you, island breeze pop tarts!)
So I made this here lid pumpkin in anticipation.
Tell me I’m brilliant even though I didn’t come up with the idea!
THEN, Erin and I are going up to teeny, tiny, Sparks, Kansas for their big, giant flea market! I’ve gotten all kinds of steals up there, from a $60 church pew to $11 vintage cowgirl boots. I intend to do some damage.
And corrupt Erin by drinking heavily and cussing a lot.
(Read: We will grab a route 44 diet dr pepper and say “heck”.)