Feeling fancy

Weird things have happened to me this week. Including but not limited to finding myself sitting in a truck with an older gentleman I had met five minutes before while he cried. I should mention I currently needed my bathroom but if was far, far away. Sweating from heat and fear of peeing in an old dude's truck is not hot. Or so said the face of the six packified guy who jogged by shirtless while I looked out the window pleading for help with my eyes.

But more on that later. Or maybe never.

Awkward.

I love summer when I'm not busy complaining about my old house with no ac. I want to celebrate it. I love my husband and my baby too. Basically I'm so full of love my hair should be glowing. There was actually a day where all three of us were in the same house together with no morning agenda. So we had breakfast.

I love breakfast.

Fancy, summer breakfast. Really, there is no better kind. Maybe, maybe fancy autumn breakfast and possibly even fancy winter breakfast. I'll let you know after we try it.

Even though my girlness is currently outnumbered, fun was had by all. Phin wore his jammies which is either disrespectful or incredibly fancy. If you knew my Phinny Phin you would assume the latter.

Jared wanted to wear his, but I made him shower and put on cologne. It was a party after all. I decided it will be an annual tradition. The three of us swore to never let life interfere with fancy breakfast.