yes miss month of may. i’m talking to you. you and your skimpy, three lettered, query-conveying, pert name. may? yes. you may. always one of my favorite months {don’t i say that every thirty days though?} and not because tis me birth month—and on...
spring training is finally in full effect. my clients and students are feeling the burn from new choreography and level-up advancement {hello thera-bands}, but my own studio time has been nil. luckily i have “home” equipment to get me ready for that...
all three of these mantras are on my bucket list for the weekend. all weeklong i’ve been dreaming {literally while i sleep at night} of my beasts in various tumbles of goofy and highjink. i definitely foresee an upcoming competition of the tail-wag with these...
monday morning kisses to you m’loves. here are a few shots of what’s been going around, ’round here. my mother is growing her own grass. maybe to drink, maybe to smoke. i don’t care. i think it looks cool. she’s also downsized and...
some feelings are best expressed under the covers. wishing you a tuesday of heart to hearts. ~photo taken by me Similar posts:happy weekend it's friday i'm in love...make-over mondayweekend...
priscilla is realizing she has at least 10 more hours until her next meal. suck it up baby girl, that’s how i feel about my next nap… which i am happily to report won out yesterday over the hair wash. nap 1, hair 0..still. yes, my hair has yet to be...
