Why is it that the ones who treated us the worst are the ones we miss the most?
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50/365 :: Monday 19 February 2018 one time I spent ninety dollars on a bottle of perfume. 51/365 :: Tuesday 20 February 2018 used my stand mixer for the first time in who knows how long! 52/365 :: Wednesday 21 February 2018 phone call photos. eyes to the skies, forever. 53/365 :: Thursday 22 February 2018 well, in all honesty, I was trying to take a picture of the 333 license plate in front of me. but instead there's a picture of one of the pieces of glitter in my steering wheel. 54/365 :: Friday 23 February 2018 I don't need anymore dishes, but I couldn't stop myself from these mugs. 55/365 :: Saturday 24 February 2018 I think I'm unkilling these succulents. 56/365 :: Sunday 25 February 2018
all the books. 43/365 :: Monday 12 February 2018 recent reads. 44/365 :: Tuesday 13 February 2018 I managed to take 1300 pictures in a week. one day I will learn how to set up shortcuts in Lightroom. 45/365 :: Wednesday 14 February 2018 I dug out my 10-24 mm lens for the first time in at least a year. it was great to get out and try to capture the sunset colors, but they're always better on days when I'm not able to take pictures. 46/365 :: Thursday 15 February 2018 I've been reading John Green's books for the first time, and while Looking for Alaska is probably still my favorite, The Fault in Our Stars really hurt. "Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them." 47/365 :: Friday 16 February 2018 happy lunar new year! 48/365 :: Saturday 17 February 2018 I spent the morning trying to figure out what the ice-carver outside my window was making. it turns out it was a sturgeon. 49/365 :: Sunday 18 February 2018
footprints from the evening before. 36/365 :: Monday 5 February 2018 we left the light on. 37/365 :: Tuesday 6 February 2018 spin me. 38/365 :: Wednesday 7 February 2018 true love is taking care of thirty-five of my adult children for a week. 39/365 :: Thursday 8 February 2018 a quiet lobby with the evidence that it wasn't this quiet earlier. 40/365 :: Friday 9 February 2018 night one. a full theater, love, and love gone away. 41/365 :: Saturday 10 February 2018 I, too, wish I thought of that first. 42/365 :: Sunday 11 February 2018
I once learned to shove all of my most necessary possessions into a small bag so that I could hide in a small room to observe the world around me. the entertainment never ends. 29/365 :: Monday 29 January 2018 same lake, different city. Port Washington, Wisconsin. a few hours behind the wheel to breath someone else's air. a lovely lunch at a little cafe, and a trip to Target on the way home. 30/365 :: Tuesday 30 January 2018 morning light. 31/365 :: Wednesday 31 January 2018 baking with love. these chai-spiced snickerdoodles are truly the best. 32/365 :: Thursday 1 February 2018 apparently the proper place for cookbooks would be in the kitchen. so finally that's where they live. 33/365 :: Friday 2 February 2018 my photobooks from my travels over the past few years are some of my most treasured possessions. Social Print Studio has always done a great job printing my memories. 34/365 :: Saturday 3 February 2018 the freshest dusting of snow. 35/365 :: Sunday 4 February 2018
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