Pj parties are where it's at. We have them often, and sometimes on a rainy day like today, we never even put on real clothes. Instead, we make papier mache animal masks and green mole with chicken and have a tea party with the Stoneys.I'll post more pictures on the morrow dear readers, but here are a few of the monsters stalling bed time, my sweet leather Campers from Spain via Family Thrift (score!) and the adorable birthday perfume I accidentally bought myself. (cute envy from you, Brooke)
I have to work tomorrow and Evan has a gig, but luckily we both work jobs where it is completely acceptable to dance on the clock.
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