The other day, I was so out of it, I put sugar on my Honey Nut Cheerios...

and then I wondered why they tasted so funny. {Why I thought they were plain Cheerios, I still don't know. I haven't had those in years.}

It took me until the next day to figure it out, btw.

Today would have been my third anniversary at my former place of employment. And though I am a bit put out that I won't receive my three year bonus (however paltry it might have been... which is pretty dang paltry) I'm much happier at this place of employment, where people actually care if I am happy and taken care of and where I'm recognized and praised for working my tail off. I'll be thoroughly honest when I say that I have never really had that in any job I have had (beyond high school, that is). And it feels nice.

For the last month-ish, I have been craving a shake. Any shake, really. Sometimes a mint oreo one sounds sublime, and others, I would love something simple like a nice raspberry with chunks of raspberries in it. {Perhaps our trip up to Bear Lake this weekend will help me at last satiate this craving.}

I am excited to help one of my besties with this project. It's something we've been brainstorming about for awhile, and I think it has the potential to be really important and great. So if you're interested, please contact Kenna.

And now, I must leave this random and disjointed post, but not before I wish you all a lovely weekend. {And maybs I will dust off the old Holga and snap some Bear Lake shots this weekend. And maybs one of them might actually turn out cool. Maybs.}