I'd like to start off by saying thank you to everyone who laughed at my post on Friday. It was meant to be funny, not cruel. Someone didn't get that memo because I'm down a follower. I'm assuming they read the post while wearing a skirt over their jeans, leg warmers, a chambray shirt, and colors that didn't match.
But who knows.
Here are some pictures that were not on Instagram this weekend.
A raspberry cannoli. And then I died.
Download this song. You're welcome.
A no sew blanket is about as crafty as I get.
Travers is a pretty big deal where I live, since I'm about 20 minutes away from Saratoga. I have no idea how to bet on horses, but I was in a room full of people who were screaming at the TV.
I've talked to Michelle about my family compound. Growing up, I lived next to my great-grandparents, my maternal grandparents, and an aunt and uncle. Now, I live next to my parent's, still next to my aunt and uncle, and within the next year or so, one of my brothers will be building a house on the land, too. #membersonly
I took this picture from my neighbor's house (not related, shockingly). My house is the brick one, and you can kind of see my parent's house, which is the blue one on the left.
When my brother does build his house, it means this kid will be my neighbor. Be jealous, y'all. Be jealous.
How was your weekend?