PSA
When in Maine.
Taking a break.
Bingo and beverages.
Maine for work. Not so bad.
In other news…
I discovered that the outfit I laid out to wear tomorrow* was worn by the new Mrs. Zuckerberg today. I doubt that she purchased her sweater from Loft, and pants from Gap, but I’m happy to know that I have billionaire taste.
*Trust me, this saves a huge amount of time. I wore uniforms for 13 years. I never had to think about what I was wearing. Therefore, I always try to have an idea of what I will be wearing the night before to avoid the million outfit changes at 7:27am.
It’s little s’s last dinner and dessert. Pinkberry and black bamboo is a must. I’m going to miss her so much - good thing she’s only going to Boston.
When the market is out of hot dog buns, hamburger buns are the next best things.
Look how awesome my Alma Mater is. My high school won a contest to have Justin Bieber make the intro for the morning announcements. Did I mention we’re an all-girls school? I sometimes miss my days as a Tolog in plaid.
The weekend
No plans for this weekend, so instead, I had a weekend where I did all of the things I had been meaning to do. I am headed to Maine for work next week, and just wanted a weekend with no set times - I’m really burnt out.
Cleaned out my room
Threw out TONS of old papers
Visited my CT home and adopted family
BBQ with Meg and a chance to catch up
Drinks in the Center with little S and Drewb
Delicious breakfast at AC Petersen’s
Painted the frames for my post card wall (that only took me a year and a half)
I can’t thank the men and women of the armed forces enough that sacrifice their lives for our country, so I can have all that I have in my life. At the end of the day we are all really, really lucky.
My favorite pup Stanley!!!
Back in my old stomping grounds, Coventry, for a Memorial Day bonfire.
AC Petersen’s. Why I will be a sloth the rest of the day.
Uh oh. Look who got a pandora bracelet. I have to fill it up now.
I’m Starting to Hate Boxes and Suitcases
Last summer was filled with good-byes, the summer before that was filled with goodbyes, and this summer is no different.
Today was the first. We became friends about eight months ago. He just finished up his Master’s degree and has to move back home or wherever he gets a job. Sure I cried, but saying good-bye to little s will be far worse.
