We had an early Thanksgiving dinner while Kate and Lior are here. Goodness. Burp. The end.
Heathens! The lovely Ms. Peachy over at Being Peachy (and my personal favorite, her not-so-cheerful-and-always-awesome The Pits of Being Peachy) rescued my ass last month, when, around midnight, I finally had to admit to myself that I couldn’t do the photo editing I wanted to in time to get my shit done. Y’all, she hitched up her Photoshop panties and came through for me with a post that was WAAAAYYYYY better than I had envisioned.
I know y’all remember the motherfucking boots. Oh, yeah. Those boots. Mmhmmm.
these. boots.
And so, because I like to show my appreciation in the simplest and most selfish way possible, I baked cookies to relieve some stress and shipped them her way.
‘Cause, you know, she totally saved this bitch.
But then! She completely one-upped again. Ms. Peachy has not only written me a beeeeeautiful post – she’s also offered me her son’s hand in marriage.
And we could not be happier, people. Just as soon as he’s allowed to date.
Tear.
Check it! Fantastic Flipping Friday – Meredith
