To live ... the impossible Day (37/365a)

If you wrote down what I did today on a schedule and told me that this all had to happen, I would have looked at it and laughed and then gone back to sleep. Impossible.

It looked like this: (not pictured, most of the things brian and centa were doing)

we literally ended up plastered to the seats in a speeding taxi laughing like maniacs and getting steve and bri to the last train of the evening 10 minutes before departure. for some reason they didn't real
-quick want to stop by the grocery store on the way out to check for pumpkin oil.

our dinner

and one of our deserts