Just like they say in German: donkey-shins.

<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8pk2Z09chfTJ5NL3bJyhyckVDXjH7lKppOLF_JSAkKvkkWiSVMpD0spE1zryvgm712697G0tApKYjGoX9OKQb74CfiA34cWewVtlq_UrJDlvEs_H4YLJhFn0dbg9tCk-0iqBXJ2hxhdN/s1600/D1britt3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8pk2Z09chfTJ5NL3bJyhyckVDXjH7lKppOLF_JSAkKvkkWiSVMpD0spE1zryvgm712697G0tApKYjGoX9OKQb74CfiA34cWewVtlq_UrJDlvEs_H4YLJhFn0dbg9tCk-0iqBXJ2hxhdN/s400/D1britt3.JPG" width="355" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">  <span style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: steve madden. skirt & shirt: gap. skirt extender: </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/aslipshop" target="blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">a slip shop</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">. cardigan: don't recall (more than a decade old). turquoise necklace: forever21. silver necklace: </span><a href="https://beta.lds.org/young-women/personal-progress?lang=eng" target="blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;">earned</span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGYOYUfc1qjIGaU5Ra_0-9xgS938rWwg29OnfUdB5MjG-DD_XU-gstITPcZ3JTx7_1QG6wHG19O6qPY2kXZ4M_HmEkuLaXq6VpwdkV9OetmR9zSXsztNHuXLpYkq0gvqrFSlZCTS0wLd0/s1600/D1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGYOYUfc1qjIGaU5Ra_0-9xgS938rWwg29OnfUdB5MjG-DD_XU-gstITPcZ3JTx7_1QG6wHG19O6qPY2kXZ4M_HmEkuLaXq6VpwdkV9OetmR9zSXsztNHuXLpYkq0gvqrFSlZCTS0wLd0/s400/D1britt1.jpg" width="325" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt brighter/springier/fresher in this ensemble than these photos reflect. That's kind of becoming a pattern for me. Maybe I'm in denial about how my outfits actually come together? Hmm...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c2jWmCG7qO1-IIUsqng3PYJb9R33wEYk4fqTxYITvOV8qL36Jqw5KvOBSlMseqXsQVXApBv7QhxQimmZy7y3yM9YRHwtNj3FhM7Psbxwg8Sp3JgGIRsK-Cv4SIe3B4a4eeDKDtAPlLoB/s1600/D1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="325" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c2jWmCG7qO1-IIUsqng3PYJb9R33wEYk4fqTxYITvOV8qL36Jqw5KvOBSlMseqXsQVXApBv7QhxQimmZy7y3yM9YRHwtNj3FhM7Psbxwg8Sp3JgGIRsK-Cv4SIe3B4a4eeDKDtAPlLoB/s400/D1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This week I'm grateful for:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- primary kids (3-12 years old) singing their hearts out.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- spending quality time with my husband. Like, one night we sat talking and looking out our living room windows at dusk after tucking the kids in...and before we both knew it, it was well into night-time. He makes me laugh and understands me and doesn't judge me and is my best friend. So cheesy, I know, and you can all roll your eyes, but in this weekly gratitude list, it must be said. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- electric beaters.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- food from a box that, actually, turns out delicious. Okay, fine, edible.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- an 80-cents-off-a-gallon surprise coupon at the gas pump. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- jogging.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- sometimes not jogging.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- my kids when they don't talk rudely. These moments are becoming sparser these days, so I'm particularly grateful when they do happen.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- the temple.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- big dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- going to bed by 10:30 p.m. instead of 3:30 a.m.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- homemade oreos.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- house slippers.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- when my daughter compliments me, several times, on how "nice" or "cute" I look that day.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">- creative outlets, like this blog and home design projects and grantwriting.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Sunday!</div>

Just like they say in German: donkey-shins.

   shoes: steve madden. skirt & shirt: gap. skirt extender: a slip shop . cardigan: don't recall (more than a decade old). turquoise...

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"A" my name is Anonymous...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrFCrKGOb-ohgtGzuI29Ol56mfKFVfarSSu70zUsDzErGULtC4d2mpvL6b0fyX-7E5CVequG1AHOYfPPMTcz3TMZ0L-E2sztigoBSKchuKjd_xSb_shzzh5Zjrwjqe1yUYLO_aunacS4N/s1600/Q1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrFCrKGOb-ohgtGzuI29Ol56mfKFVfarSSu70zUsDzErGULtC4d2mpvL6b0fyX-7E5CVequG1AHOYfPPMTcz3TMZ0L-E2sztigoBSKchuKjd_xSb_shzzh5Zjrwjqe1yUYLO_aunacS4N/s400/Q1britt4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOwPzbLzv6_5p_oovBb8VGNIjOdKt3-f2l0uF4Q6900IjJb8UG2m7_syE3VBp7jNhxhhhDbeCQyNqNt6M4SSuWCrtuTUJ7AN0fLf287TPHuc-YOsuwah0VdptKhtz0pHl2IqHvP8Tfke1/s1600/Q1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiOwPzbLzv6_5p_oovBb8VGNIjOdKt3-f2l0uF4Q6900IjJb8UG2m7_syE3VBp7jNhxhhhDbeCQyNqNt6M4SSuWCrtuTUJ7AN0fLf287TPHuc-YOsuwah0VdptKhtz0pHl2IqHvP8Tfke1/s400/Q1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">boots: target. jeans: kohl's. shirt: gap. sweater: american eagle outfitters. watch: citizen brand. necklace: don't recall. belt: Pocket's.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSVGj5yBXivdy_gi4R3qGGCaJTcE4FpIEsHxuwCM-IqbO51_DkfyfPx5-ylG6IaqlbsSfRq5tJgEylTwsHxgcb9yurMgOzrRkuIgGwzPnr_RAPAC4ae4UafU0bhX-ka7zT8dEnmjJ2EY8/s1600/Q1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSVGj5yBXivdy_gi4R3qGGCaJTcE4FpIEsHxuwCM-IqbO51_DkfyfPx5-ylG6IaqlbsSfRq5tJgEylTwsHxgcb9yurMgOzrRkuIgGwzPnr_RAPAC4ae4UafU0bhX-ka7zT8dEnmjJ2EY8/s400/Q1britt1.jpg" width="347" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9b_O6UPuyc_-2fXnXDTizAvHPR3owTC3z8vchPD_uUUgUAFQWaxtO-oyX5kdZfiV1L0huVYOEMeMyUIOi5-_93OKrqm2vdyrT4bOqjKJLg4ssHMATb5mCgFaChfaF1QoD-Xfz4DLiIoYs/s1600/Q1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="347" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9b_O6UPuyc_-2fXnXDTizAvHPR3owTC3z8vchPD_uUUgUAFQWaxtO-oyX5kdZfiV1L0huVYOEMeMyUIOi5-_93OKrqm2vdyrT4bOqjKJLg4ssHMATb5mCgFaChfaF1QoD-Xfz4DLiIoYs/s400/Q1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">Dear Anonymous from Yesterday's Comments,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Thank you! I've been hoping that my blog has a happy-energetic vibe, because that's the way I try to live my life. Mmmm...for the most part, anyway. I'll admit to some slothful tendencies at night, when all I want to do is veg in front of some sort of screen within arm's reach of unhealthy snacks and pnut m&ms. (Those have protein, so I consider them a health food...I'm sure you'd agree.) </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">As for your begging about my not doing the numbers: I know, right? They do seem a little juvenile and...well, odd. And, at this point, we've seen pretty much all the variation of numeral-contortion that my rickety old body can produce, so it's nothing new. I'd love to stop doing them. More than anybody. But I'm cursed with a stubborn streak that, once I start something, I tend to finish it. Dang it.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">But, my dear Anonymous friend, I promise you this: if and when I participate in a 30x30 again, I won't do the numbers. Then you can keep visiting this energetic blog and not be annoyed. Have we got ourselves a deal? It seems like a win-win to me.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Love, Brittney</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">p.s. Is it hard to go through life with a name like "Anonymous"? Poor thing. That's okay, though...my older brothers called me "Tank" for the first few years of my life. So, y'know, it could be worse for you.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Everyone else: Happy Thursday!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want these clothes but not the poses? You got it...check out the cute stuff below:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background: white; border-bottom: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-left: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-right: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-top: #bfbfbf 1px solid; display: block; position: relative; width: 430px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="150" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&look=2729112&size=Small&width=6&height=1&layouttype=0&border=0&footer=0" width="430"></iframe><br /><div style="bottom: 2px; height: 18px; left: 0px; line-height: 12px; position: absolute; width: 100%;"><div style="left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; position: absolute;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse/Old-Navy#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; color: #606060; font: 11px verdana, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;">More Old Navy...</a></div><div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 3px; position: absolute; right: 0px;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered_small.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></img></a></div></div></div></div>

"A" my name is Anonymous...

  boots: target. jeans: kohl's. shirt: gap. sweater: american eagle outfitters. watch: citizen brand. necklace: don't recall. belt: ...

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they call it puppy love...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ujwLjotjRiEDugw__euIjBTFGHoyN0bzv-XEmdSILcmEsElqfwoPwkbl2VAtJbrOZneWFS0HC0-NkLGCsshdTA0W_z6Q0HuD1UK4_SiJIqUWKP21dlTlL5etiqQRcyMFC3snjt5GoxnS/s1600/D1britt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ujwLjotjRiEDugw__euIjBTFGHoyN0bzv-XEmdSILcmEsElqfwoPwkbl2VAtJbrOZneWFS0HC0-NkLGCsshdTA0W_z6Q0HuD1UK4_SiJIqUWKP21dlTlL5etiqQRcyMFC3snjt5GoxnS/s400/D1britt4.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">In my head, my body loooked smaller and my arms were much, much larger. I guess, in the grand scheme of things, I'd rather have a lame-looking number four than those proportions, though. So.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirA5wh29vY9DAV8RrKaBPTmyMQ-yphREqJ77QzWmoOj38XGGhIfRGy_tE4CSfttNIyureLSlXLvzjjVYwf8gQbJAtx2-nC-iWO5WB6SsGRHXpwM3-lcF1XRKjGg4nrQpZ-_sbthjKwg46z/s1600/D1britt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirA5wh29vY9DAV8RrKaBPTmyMQ-yphREqJ77QzWmoOj38XGGhIfRGy_tE4CSfttNIyureLSlXLvzjjVYwf8gQbJAtx2-nC-iWO5WB6SsGRHXpwM3-lcF1XRKjGg4nrQpZ-_sbthjKwg46z/s400/D1britt3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">shoes: american eagle outfitters. legwarmers: amazon (i think). tights: don't recall. skirt & shirt: gap. cardigan: j.crew. flower pin: downeast outfitters.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1E-KQAB9s8D7L6tjmkUSwIxXie9HIb0DKzvfOJ8-ySH3hQtHrmcL8KHRyAcric652RiGvaEOgEvCpGGWNwmWbYh4rhulYrE2377D1Cs8NpkOlfESv65o9oYZNTgxUQNqlcghdLU5ncXV/s1600/D1britt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1E-KQAB9s8D7L6tjmkUSwIxXie9HIb0DKzvfOJ8-ySH3hQtHrmcL8KHRyAcric652RiGvaEOgEvCpGGWNwmWbYh4rhulYrE2377D1Cs8NpkOlfESv65o9oYZNTgxUQNqlcghdLU5ncXV/s400/D1britt1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduGcVc5Y68F9eQ6PGJxeJtrmAdiOWTAMhE-wFFsnXzhF_xV7e2zyFjhtXyCY6eq9FBEwuH7gupk3sd0osxMb7ZshLbWajUSDWp2jEkxyPs8kyd-XWu8MVReIKeYFEPHiQELooOexZghu_/s1600/D1britt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="347" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduGcVc5Y68F9eQ6PGJxeJtrmAdiOWTAMhE-wFFsnXzhF_xV7e2zyFjhtXyCY6eq9FBEwuH7gupk3sd0osxMb7ZshLbWajUSDWp2jEkxyPs8kyd-XWu8MVReIKeYFEPHiQELooOexZghu_/s400/D1britt2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">Charlie really wanted to be part of today's photo shoot. I tried to get him to look at the camera so you could see how cute he is, but he could only feast his brown puppy-dog eyes [Editor's note: No, seriously. They really are brown, and he really is a puppy.] on me. Because he loves me with that one-of-a-kind love that exists only between a dog and his beloved owner...and, in Charlie's case, between him and any human being who pets him and gives him treats. (Remind me why I'm a dog owner again? Oh, right. Because shoveling the backyard is so fun. I forgot.)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Actually, we were reading all about canines before we picked what kind of dog we wanted last Fall. In one of our books on boxers, we read that this breed tends to be fiercely loyal and protective; that they can sense if their loved ones are afraid or wary of someone and will compensate with protective bravery. After picking out our puppy, our 6-year-old son informed us, "Don't worry guys. I'll be so so nice to you so Charlie won't attack you."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Thank you, son. Because your dad and I were both quivering at the idea of an 8-week-old puppy attack. And also? Go clean your room.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Pocket-Gets-Home-Today Friday! What, you're not celebrating too? Strange.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How I wore these items last: <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/black-turtleneckishness.html">skirt</a>, <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/gifted-slip-dance-of-joy.html">cardigan</a>, <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-cant-be-sure-but-i-think-i-deserve.html">leg warmers</a>, <a href="http://adayinlifetoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-likewednesday.html">ruffle shirt</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Want this look? Check out the stuff below...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background: white; border-bottom: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-left: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-right: #bfbfbf 1px solid; border-top: #bfbfbf 1px solid; display: block; position: relative; width: 430px;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="150" scrolling="no" src="http://widget.shopstyle.com/widget?pid=uid6676-2041974-73&look=2657197&size=Small&width=6&height=1&layouttype=0&border=0&footer=0" width="430"></iframe><br /><div style="bottom: 2px; height: 18px; left: 0px; line-height: 12px; position: absolute; width: 100%;"><div style="left: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; position: absolute;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/browse/Coldwater-Creek#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; color: #606060; font: 11px verdana, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;">More Coldwater Creek...</a></div><div style="padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 3px; position: absolute; right: 0px;"><a href="http://www.shopstyle.com/#pid=uid6676-2041974-73" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;"><img alt="ShopStyle" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/im/widget/ShopStyleLogo_powered_small.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></img></a></div></div></div></div>

they call it puppy love...

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It's beginning to look a lot like...Wednesday.

<div align="center">A stripey Wednesday at that. Not even on purpose, all three of us girls wore stripes today. (p.s. Seriously, where did Layla learn to pose like that? I tried to copy her, but she's much cuter at it.)<br /><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548390969456907586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_ukT1xWLpAORyzUnbNOF5_vmRG3gxIsOO2VeY57WtaVorw2-g9ZPkJzPH_gdmJOidmQ6SUkssW48P2FZ3__zkDNeJwQFz5KWJqEwPAMe5zMHZwlecBwQ9WhVcjBMitizfYBaPQnA0C81/s400/Jgirls.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" /><br /> <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548391196366754466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0PW2yfpuLtfT3ur4DwDhCyy1NlDlsxaUItY-nrc4Teu_6-tf4nZj5ISiJbKdTuUWzWpA0TyHBk8eAFW3mWd8Ul3PNK2r9LANjDf4oZlYBQ3rqJ5Lj-YxU6GEQGpJuAqIcDAncyO4ElYPf/s400/J1britt.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bog5MI-fDC-7m1hTNN0LXzERPnJgXwWiIzmiwNCIOsHIY875uR3fyy1MFkVLJWUKyco4ds2XtVnx8e3ATf_rIaIhuzLlUEZOGzhhbIkcmVApFGWW_ioDbJW7E7ppPs4szrIUqOTYaucC/s1600/J1britt2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548391089984901090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0bog5MI-fDC-7m1hTNN0LXzERPnJgXwWiIzmiwNCIOsHIY875uR3fyy1MFkVLJWUKyco4ds2XtVnx8e3ATf_rIaIhuzLlUEZOGzhhbIkcmVApFGWW_ioDbJW7E7ppPs4szrIUqOTYaucC/s400/J1britt2.jpg" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" /></a> My only wish is that I could've had mustard-yellow tights to go with this. Which brings me to my brief point of introspection...<br /><br /></div><div align="center">...which came to me whilst cleaning the bathrooms this morning. Sometimes I get caught up in wanting wanting wanting new stuff. Especially this time of year. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for what I have, but...the appeal of newness gleams brightly. Then I thought about how we got new bathrooms after our flood a couple of years ago, and I was stoked about that. Then time went on, and they became less and less new. Especially with a 5- and then 6-year-old boy in the house. Like, disturbingly NOT new.<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Epitome: If I take care of, clean, and enjoy what I have, new things aren't nearly as necessary. It's when I let things get old and dumpy and messy and junky that I'm dissatisfied. <br /><br /> </div><div align="center">And if THAT deep thinking doesn't just throw you right into a tailspin, well, I just don't know what to say. Go eat a stripey candy cane, I guess. <br /><br /></div><div align="center">Happy Wednesday.</div>

It's beginning to look a lot like...Wednesday.

A stripey Wednesday at that. Not even on purpose, all three of us girls wore stripes today. (p.s. Seriously, where did Layla learn to pose l...

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