Pity party is over folks, it's closing time.
Nothing like having a friend threaten to come over and do all your laundry and deep clean your house (I swear I might not let her in) to light a fire under my butt. I have actually been doing laundry since six this morning and am almost all caught up. I am feeling a lot better and I'm also feeling motivated. I am also under the influence of a raspberry truffle frappe that Lovelyn brought me.
Oh, Love. She just got back from her trip to Uganda and I still haven't had the chance to sit down with her but please go watch her story. It's not long, but you might want to grab some tissues. (You will even catch a glimpse of some beautiful babywearing.)
(And while I was writing this, Erin left a GROCERY BAG (a re-usable one, at that) on my doorstep of goodies, including ice cream and fresh berries and bread and spinach dip and oh em gee.) And I also told Sarah to stay away when she offered to bring me coffee and visit and Donya sent me a huge sappy email of love while she waits to pop out that baby.)
I am loved. I know this. Thank you.
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