After enjoying the perfect summer day at the cabin with fun company and visiting yesterday, today is quite a downer.
More. Gray skies. More. Rain.
Blue jeans. Sweaters.
Elsa woke with vim in her veins.
She didn't want french toast. She wanted cereal. Over again. Repeat.
Hmm. Maybe she's got something there.
I don't want to do laundry. I don't want to clean this house. I want to weed my garden. I want to see sunshine.
Think that'll chase away the ugly, gray skies?
Not counting on it. Judging by Elsa's success. She still hasn't eaten a thing.