Went to the fair, felt like a minority, rode shoddily assembled rides, ate food that should never be fried, and petted animals that live on a farm.
Discovered a store called Loehmann's, fell in love, and purchased designer duds for cheap.
Went to a garage sale, found Jeremy a vintage Peugeot road bike, and fixed it up. (more on that later, if I do not die from chocolate overdose)
As you may have noticed these last two pictures have nothing to do with this post, but I just happen to like my hair in them. And anything that makes me feel like something other than a water balloon with a migraine wearing spandex is a GOOD thing.
Rode for long durations with Ellie on the back of my bike. Did not die.