I'm feeling kind of sad today. Everything was going OK until a couple hours ago. Now I'm having Sunday feelings. I don't want to work in the morning. I don't want a new week to start. I was tomorrow to be a new day of the week called "Cryday". It will fall between Sunday and Monday and it will be the day of the week reserved for crying in bed.
Here are some pictures from today:
My friend and I giggled for a few minutes over the name of this breakfast sandwich. It's the "two times" that was killing us.
We went to the flea market. I got some blue and brown plaid overalls that were made in France and may now be the sweetest item of clothing I own, a red argyle sweater and a pin shaped like a bunch of bananas.
Look! It's the hipster ice cream truck! I forget what it's called, but it plays some emo song instead of ice cream truck classic "The Entertainer". They sell toys, too! Seeing the truck prompted a conversation on the merits of doing something very simple very well. I'm excited about the prospect of things that I loved as a child being updated and reappreciated.
This is me hugging this tree that I thought was really beautiful today. I'm wearing my high-waisted American Apparel shorts that I got at the Factory Sale. I am willing to admit that it's a questionable look, but I am so into them that I don't care. Did I mention that I bought brown and blue plaid overalls today?