Cake

Jared and I have both been feeling under the weather and all we've wanted is soup, soup and more soup. We stopped by Panera last night to get our fix, and Jared fell hook, line and sinker for the ol' 99 cent treat trick. But the jokes on you Panera! Look at this slice of crumb cake! Look at it! Can you call it a slice? I feel more comfortable with "wedge" honestly. Jared and his wedge of cinnamon crumb cake. That face, classic Birdwell, you don't know whether to kiss him or slap him. The crinckliest mug this side of the Mississip'. We spoiled our dinners nice and properly by nibbling this, pre-soup.

This weekend I will be a widow woman as Jared must work, but I plan on some major thrifting. There are so many things whizzing around in my brain. I can not wait for Halloween. Our costumes will be A+ this year if I can make the right finds. Also, I'm thinking a visit to the doodle farm may have to be arranged. Cross your fingers for me!