I’ve requested my last meal. (We’re going to get it here in a bit.)
I have no plans for the rest of the day.
Other than the pile of laundry that needs to be folded, the bathroom that I’ve been meaning to deep clean all summer, and the dishes that I’ve let go for a few days.
But after we have lunch (and drop off some recycling, take Kevin to vote across town, and take me to vote a few streets over) I’ll be back in my chair, kicking back, taking a nap, and dreaming that I’m back home like last week. Cause there’s no where else I’d rather spend my last day.
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Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Founder of GodlyGals, a ministry for women established in 2002. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
Those photographs are breathtaking!