I love coffee.
Weekday mornings I'm heading out the door with a travel mug in tow, where it gets finished in first period as I breathe dragon coffee breath all over the kiddos.
But the weekend hits and I pull out my favorite mugs and ohhhhh
i'm in my happy place.
We usually watch a little HGTV as I sit and dream about the decorating I will one day accomplish, the backyard space that will be my happy place, the second cabin in the mountains that will be our respite.
D dreams with us too.
and now, since we skipped church this morning, I'm heading off to be productive.
An empty fridge equates to a much-needed Publix excursion.
a feisty puppy needs some exercise.
The floors are still littered with remnants of the feisty puppy's latest kill, his victim being the thank-you cards that were carelessly left at his eye level.
and most importantly, the foosball table we scored from the neighbors needs to be christened.
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