I am in desperate need of the paycheck I was supposed to receive two weeks ago, the house is a mess, and my nine year old is home from school for the rest of the week.
But who cares? It's 70 degrees in the thick of January. Bella and I sat outside in our bare feet and tee shirts, enjoying the sun as it beat down on us and the wind as it gently tossed our hair. What a perfectly glorious day, and when better to decorate ourselves with sidewalk chalk?