Five things for which I am hoping on this fine Friday:
one // I hope that all of our future children get Freddie's dancer feet. Wouldyalookatthosearches?
two // I hope that my car magically decides to fix itself. And then pigs will fly and unicorns will exist. And that dang money tree will finally grow. That's a lot of hopes for just one bullet point. My b.
three // I hope that when I order this shirt and wear it all fall no one will realize that it is called the Summer Daze top. I'll make up for it by totally not wearing white after Labor Day. Ha, just kidding. Winter white IS so a thing! I read it somewhere! So it counts!
four // I hope that one day teleportation will actually be a thing so my sister and mom can just appear in my kitchen whenever I want. I want what I want and I want it nooooow!
five // I hope that year three of marriage is just as exciting as year one and year two! But I also hope that we move less than we moved in year two, i.e., I hope we don't move. At all. Unless moving our butts from the couch to the bed counts. Monday is our second anniversary which means this entire weekend will be spent
eating celebrating! Bring it on, year three!