weekend delights

 woke up this morning to this:

most of the time it feels like you are trapped in a coffin inside a volcano here in atlanta.

highs in the mid 80's. which is actually a lot cooler than usual.

so that is delight number 1.

 

then..

always wanted to try it.

first go around was interesting...

i poured a little of the chilled lillet into a glass and added a slice of orange as per a recipe.

too cloying...too sweet...too after dinner-ish.

so i added club soda...

delight number 2.

 

 

me and mollsballs took our girls to see the sound of music at the fox last weekend:

angles in yer face.

 

 

cheese quesadilla!

 

 

aaaaand....

the finger.

delight #3.

 

haz good weekend.

drink. laugh. eat. hug. fart.

sharing is caring..

 this week is monumental.

no really, it is.

fiona started kindergarten and that is just plain crazy.

yesterday she was a baby and i was calming her with boob milk.

we are adjusting around here.

so pardon the random post.

i probably need a few drugs and cake.

but here are some things that are interesting:

this room is happy and good:

 

they have added some new drag queens to this shitparade:

 

 

i miss...

(ottoman is on chair for vaccuming purposes)

 

good:

 

 

gooder:

 

 

pink sea salt is happening:

a great big gut wrenching drunk written kindergarten post is coming soon...

i love you a lot today.

zombiefarts.

 

fiona honey in your face..

after reading this post beware of zombie heart eyes:

 

fiona had her final ballet recital at her preschool this week.

she's graduating on monday (supersad and happy at same time)

here she is with her teacher miss tiffany:

however before the big event she had playtimes and popsicles with her best, bailey...

 

her other best, ailey (i know bailey and ailey) showed up for crayons and hairsprayed buns...

(p.s. ailey in the middle is mollsballs' daughter- you'll remember mollsballs from this post)

not to be outdid by popsicles next up was pizza...

 

there was lots of picture posing...

and after the recital there was of course..

strawberry ice cream cones...

she subscribes to cake cones like me.

i got no time for hard waffle cones.

plus they don't hold nearly as much ice cream as mr. cake cone does.

stop growing up fiona.

it's happening so fast.

i barely remember your babyself.

i love you so.