When Daddy is at work craving one of Phil’s sour cream donuts, you jump in the car, and head straight to Mr Bagel Meister! One of our Wilmington favorites!
Then some rain foiled our plans to go to the park. So we went to McDonalds to see if I could get the kids to eat some chicken. You’d think handing a kid a chicken nugget would solve all of the worlds problems. Nope. No chicken. Ever. They won’t have it.
All while I was entertained by our level:expert of mismatching greatness today. But hey, yesterday was 80F. Fall kind of snuck up on us. We’re dressed. Good enough. What fun is life if you can’t look a bit ridiculous now and then.
Also I’ll be over here bleaching the floors and Lysol-ing all the surfaces over here if you want to join me. Ain’t no pregnant mommas got time for tummy bugs. Germs can go. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.