last night W's parents came over for dinner to celebrate his dad's birthday
I was in charge of the mashed potatoes and saw some daisies at the store, so I thought I'd be sort of fancy and get those too
I got even more excited when I got home and noticed our rose bush in the backyard was in full bloom.
so I whistled may way out there to cut some fresh roses to add to the arrangement
it's weird the sense of accomplishment you get from using your own flowers, even though I have contributed absolutely nothing to them being there
to add to the excitement, Samson and Chessie (the in-laws new pup) met for the first time last night
and instantly became the best g/f -b/f couple ever
part of me thinks Samson needs a brother or sister?
what do you think... have I lost my mind?