baked…and baked…and baked some more.
took two yoga classes back to back and now can’t feel my core. Core? What core?
killed my basil plant.
watched Charlie St. Cloud and deemed it one of the worst movies ever created except for the one quick scene where zack efron lifted up his shirt. wait no! just kidding…not really.
had sushi and champagne with my girlfriends.
called my grandma.
didn’t wash any dishes.
finished my book.
ate leftover roasted peaches straight out of the fridge.
made one of these. yummy.
bought my plane tickets to this….i’m scared.