Continuing with this week's theme of "botched intentions", I logged on here intending merely to post a photo & then get back to the business of fantasy shopping for Pretty Summer Party Dresses ("PSPD", which sounds more like a stress disorder than retail therapy, alas.)
But . . . but . . . words are my jam, yo. And my peanut butter. So instead you get the photo and minimal (for me) words, because now I have to make myself a PB&J on top of the PSPD shoppery:
First happy, clappy, mom-surpressing-all-sarcastic-impulses toddler music class a la this Tweet:
First birthday party.
It's a week of firsts here at the Pretty and, all sarcastic impulses having been beaten to death with miniature music-class maracas, we - ahem, royal We - are fairly excited about it. Ok, very excited, even. I admit it. There. You happy now?