Just a few thoughts from the weekend:
The annual Cooper-Young Festival, which celebrates our neighborhood, was on Saturday.
And the 4-miler was Friday. A couple of our friends hosted a causal shindig in their front yard during the race.
I took my camera. But I didn't take pictures. Too busy living to be a shutterbug, I suppose.
I've been cracking up over this blog I was recently introduced to. Thanks, Mary B.
Please, please read Special Time and 7 Stages of Night Grief.
It's relatable. And funny. And I don't even have a toddler.
Just an expressive nearly-seven month old that doesn't like vegetable bakes.
The mister and I started watching Friday Night Lights a few weeks ago.
I'm fond. Though I'm confused about where all of the students at East Dillon went to school in the first three seasons.