Can you guess…

what I’m going to write about…

tomorrow

by looking at the clue

found in Olivia’s ice cream bucket?

Hint: it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

– — –

But as for tonight –

strawberries and bananas for dinner

+

studying the book of Ruth with my college girl, Cassidy

+

washing the sheets on my bed

…

all in an effort to turn my bad day around.

– — –

It is 8:53 p.m. and I am now going to go to bed.

Sometimes, when a day is sour, it’s best to just wake up to a new day.

– — –

Okay, wait, I feel guilty for complaining about my day.

(If this is how I write my blog posts, can you even fathom how random my diary entries are?)

I was going to make a list of things I’m grateful for –

puppies, my car, strawberries (it is the summer of the strawberry, after all)

– but I think I’m just going to go to bed instead.

I am extremely tempted to continue writing lines that would rhyme with the word “instead.”

Like, led.  Or, Fred.  Or, said.

It’s time for bed.

See you in the morning for pictures

that will make you feel like you ate a spoonful of sugar for breakfast.

These five girls, they are just that sweet.