I intended this post to be about my reluctant acceptance of the arrival of spring and the weekend wherein I crammed several rites thereof and then it was 38 degrees when I woke up this morning so I'm…uh, I'm not really sure what's going on. (We're blaming things on the Blood Moon, right?) Anyway, I finally determined that the only thing to do was to press on, lest the entirety of today's content be pictures of me wearing a sweatshirt and looking confused.
We spent a good chunk of the weekend picking strawberries and being either dubious or enthusiastic, depending on whether we were two or four.
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| Two. |
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| Four. |
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| Two and four. |
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| Seriously, Anna will happily pose for and with anything right now. |
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| Literally anything. |
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| Literally. |
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| It was a good day. |
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| HERE, I HAVE FULFILLED MY OBLIGATION, GET OFF MY CASE INTERNET |
