Someday (tomorrow?) I’ll recap the Race for the Roses.
Today, I’m chilling out with this dude who seriously dug a hole in the lawn (sorry, Matty B) and filled it with water.
And this little one who keeps referring to me as stepmother.
Me: “Rae, will you pick up your shoes?”
Miss Rae: “Yes, stepmother.”
Also, I managed to purchase some ankle boots, thanks to Aunt B’s guidance from afar.
Also, apparently Aunt B has tinfoil pants, so there’s that.
All of this to say that my priorities are in the right place and I’ll tell you all about my race later.