Monday. I believe the definition of Monday would read something like "that terrible day that follows after Friday, Saturday, and Sunday." So Monday it is. And the weekend it was!
Friday
I think when Friday at 4:30 rolled around this past week, I nearly cart-wheeled right out of the door. I'm talking old school gymnastics cartwheel. It was the weekend, and the remix to Ignition wasn't far from the mind. Partied it hard with a whopper of a cheeseburger from the Chargrill and Furious 7. Let me just say this, those Furious movies.. all 7 of them.. they get better each time. There was not a lack of mouth wide opens, head in knees, head turned aside, and a tear or two. The movie was not a disappointment and my inner grandma was in bed by 10.
Saturday
McDonalds sausage biscuit with cheese. Packing or something like that. A walk. And babysitting Molly and Henry. Henry's a wee little one, but that Molly she has all the spunk one can wish for. Between her and Madelyn, I think I've now changed my mind about wanting to have little Erins in the house. .. One day.
I surprised Molly with some icecream to which she aptly responded "Ahhhhh! But it's not Molly's birthday?"
Sunday
It's been a while since I've been to my church with all the going out of town and such. My friend Hannah decided to surprise me with this awesome print (below). I still can't get over the cuteness of it. It was an engagement present that just thrilled my socks off.
And this girl came to visit Sunday night. I love her. She's the best and because she's the best, we took a selfie to commerate the night. No inspirational quotes were added.
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