It's Wednesday, which is technically the halfway mark, but dammit, it's Thanksgiving eve and Dave got home from work early and I'm calling the game. Did you hear that, universe? I'M CALLING THE GAME.
So I'm nesting like a mother loving emperor penguin up in here, and every last thing that Target has to offer for under $10 is fair game. Fair game, I say. Get in my cart.
Some background information, before we go any further:
These are my exterior children, in race cars crafted from humidifier boxes. I was proud of myself on the day this occurred. (If you enlarge the picture to better glimpse my huge, pregnant upper arms, I wish you ill.)
|Besides, we've been trying to eat well.|
This, for the record, is what my local Target looked like at 5:45 pm this fine Thanksgiving eve:
|How legit does my office look now? Practically business chic.|
And now, some gratuitous shots of my favorite places and spaces in the house right now:
|My uncluttered and simple bathroom counter. Sparkling clean, thanks to the flip side of my nightly makeup cleansing cloth.|
|Our medicine cabinet, divested of all but the daily necessities. My mind feels cleansed just looking at it.|