How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
–Dr. Seuss
I’ve never liked that picture anyway. Unflattering to say the least. And can we touch on that terrible french cuff shirt I’m wearing? I immediately regretted buying it. $120? You kiddin me? Prob the only time I’ve worn it. And you have to immortalize it with desk-scapes and blog posts… pssh. Pssh. PSSH.
Ummm, excuse me. #1 Daughter is obscured by your plant.
I know, I know–mea culpa!
I love the little stocking vase! And you really should move the picture so we can see #1 daughter!
Everyone’s a critic!!
That’s what happens when you are a celebrity blogger with a devoted following.
I’ve never liked that picture anyway. Unflattering to say the least. And can we touch on that terrible french cuff shirt I’m wearing? I immediately regretted buying it. $120? You kiddin me? Prob the only time I’ve worn it. And you have to immortalize it with desk-scapes and blog posts… pssh. Pssh. PSSH.
Again with the mea culpa!