[cuddled up in indy with daddy's old stuffed pal, Snuggles]

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~ when i have early-morning appointments and time requirements, i tend to wake up every hour or so during the night to check the time and make sure the alarm clock is still set. i only get anxiety in my sleep.

~ today emma told me that she likes to make lists. apparently her lists have reminders like “water the potato-heads” and “pick the radishes” (which she actually pronounces “pick the rashes”)

~ at the indianapolis airport they had t-shirts that said “Indiana. Nothing tips like a cow” and i was sooo tempted to get one for the kid. (not that i’ve ever tipped a cow, but somehow the whole “heartland” seems so much more fun/funny/quaint to me from a distance.)

~ the only thing train-wreckier than the pageant moms and stepford daughters on Toddlers and Tiaras are the pageant moms who, dripping with desperation and barely-concealed resentment, put their little boys on the pageant circuit. i’m not trying to push any gender stereotypes on anybody (any more than the entire pageant concept does on it’s own), but really… really?

~ not that i’m judging or anything. oh no, not me.

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happpy thursday, friends. hope you’re feeling well-rested, worry free, and “full glitz”.
xoxo

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[freckles!]