The Day after...

I'm not the only one who thinks the day after Christmas is the worst right? I mean, we get all worked up for ONE STIKIN' day and then after that - POOF! All the excitement and joy goes out with a huge WHOOSH.

(Please excuse all the capsy-jiberish.)

I have to say though, our day after Christmas was ANYTHING but rotten. We adventured all around our suburbia. And since we couldn't make it to Hawaii to mourn our day after sadness, an abandon riverfront property had to do.

 Aahhh yes, me hugging (or really, awkwardly touching) a mailbox. We trying to be all discreet but then our bikes broke right in front of that house. Not like anyone is looking as we hug your festive mailbox....nope. No one.

How was your Christmas? Hope it was amazing!
XOXO,
Mailbox-hugger.

365 Days ago

This was taken:



This song was made up:

Grandma got run over by the Schwans man,
Walking out from our house on the 22nd
You may say there's no such thing as schwans man,
but as for me and Brookie, we believe.

These girls made me really, really happy:


And now you know,
what happened 365 days ago.

I am turning into such a poet.....yeah right.