A well dressed mess

Butterflies at the mailbox

The weekends are pretty much what's worth the living these days. Taking in the sunlight without having to scramble out of bed and waking up only to the smell of pancakes... Boy, every sunday is the life I'd swear never to throw out the window. If only we didn't have to live past this day, imagine how the monday blues would just quit coming. Ever :)

Ha ha rocketing to the-land-that-sparkles screams krispy kremes for you and me. Oh yes soon, very very soon. I hope I'll get to bake up a scones storm with wonderbra and sit in a car where she takes the wheel all before that happens!

Mm I know this is the billionth time and counting that I'm saying this but I do need to meet this bunch of beautiful galzxz now now now exclamation point and we could prolly take on 'Bare Your Soul' (I mean Sole) togetherrr