Guys, this is the only way I want to be woken up on a Saturday/ Any Day

I love a pixelated baby early in the morning.  

Especially one that wants to get closer and closer to the camera.

Guys, Magical Things Happen . . .

 . . . When this one comes to town:

Like visits to the D.I. (my perfect store) and multiple donut restaurants.  That's right.  I called them restaurants, because one day that was our lunch and another day that was our dinner.  Be jealous. 

Guys, I love technology

 So for my birthday last year I got this remote control and mini tri-pod for my iPhone.  After bragging about it one day at lunch with our friends they asked me to put it to use for a nice group shot.  

 And then for some reason my mind went blank.  

 I couldn't even remember to put my arm down to hide the remote. 

 And when we finally got it right, I realized I forgot to ask Monkey sister to stand in the sun.

Guys, have you ever seen a photo that makes you tear up with joy?

I just did.

Guys, I am the Worst

So I went to Slavery Footprint to find out how many slaves have worked for me or perhaps are still working for me.

I know I shouldn't make light of this, but I really thought my number would be really low and then I could brag about it.

And for a while I was proud of that number.  But then I saw this:

Oh man! I'm awful!  I am the worst!  Worst than Gwyneth Paltrow.

And for half a second I didn't know why my number was so high.

Then they told me exactly why my number was so high.

 Do you know the worst part?  I lied about how many clothes I owe.  I under-estimated.  By a lot.  But is it better if most of my clothes are vintage?  No?  I'm still worst than Goop?

Fine, back to Kiva I go.