i don't care what you said...

remember when you told me and mary that you preferred my serial killer handwriting to a regular old font on the sweeterie? remember?

well. i think you were just being sweet and supportive. you're good like that to me.

i'm honestly dizzied by how beautiful mary makes my words look, aren't you? maybe not. but just wait until you see our posters!

lazy summertime sweeterie posts monday, wednesday, and fridays. visit us, won't you? and, hey. how's your week going? i'm hyper-fatigued by an interminable frog hunt today through three creeks, three broken pairs of flip-flops, and two bloody girlie feet from an unfortunately-placed rock and a rather aggressive leech. plus an unlimited supply of mudballs. and did i mention today is day four of my mini detox? i honestly don't know how i made it out of that forest. on an empty stomach. with esmé on my shoulders. four pounds heavier than usual because of the mud caked on her little body. and i couldn't even come home and treat myself to a candy. or a latte. or anything. {whimper.}