This coffee. OHDEARGODINHEAVEN. Megs brought this back for me from New Orleans and it has convinced me that I am living in the wrong region of the country. I am supposed to be southern. Period. It has chickory in it. I don't even know what chickory is, but I love it.
This coffee with white toast. Yes, I said it. White toast. I know it is totally un"PC" to like white bread. But I do. I love it. I also know that I am supposed to love the stuff that is like sandpaper, all filled with seeds and nuts, but gross! I usually settle somewhere in the middle and buy some kind of 100% whole wheat. However, once every 3 months or so I am a rebel and buy a loaf of white bread and live the high life for a few days. Of course, Ellie still gets the wheat. 1. Because it is better for her and 2. I don't want to share the white wonderfulness. Mostly 2.
These little ponies in Ellie's hair. They are the cutest little things when they are bobbing all around.
The fact that I totally forgot I planted a peony bush last year. And it grew! I went over to inspect the lilac bush and there she was. Beautiful.
The idea that I never have to ride the dinky little roller coaster at the Kiddie park again. Yea!
The fact that Ellie wanted to play golf more than she wanted to ride the rides. That's my girl.
This girl. Love her. Love her. Love her. To pieces!