I have a great husband. He babysat Miles today while I cleaned my sister's house and went to my least favorite place on earth at the worst possible day and time: Walmart. After lugging all the groceries up our stairs and breaking my arm off, this little number completely changed my mood and made me a happy camper.Speaking of "happy campers," here's a completely unrelated story. Right after Dave and I got married, we had a family reunion: camping. The morning we were going to head out, I was saying a prayer over breakfast and coincidentally prayed that we'd "all be happy campers." As soon as I heard the words come out of my mouth I lost it and we all laughed. Ha ha ha, the end.
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Ash, is that your sketching or Dave's? I'd love it if you started your art again. Stay tuned to read about my first craft ever.
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