Harrison graduated! He’s hiding a smile because I’m yelling “HARRISON! THAT’S MY BROTHER!” The room was super dark–I apologize for the blurry pics.
Curt coincidentally stood right in front of us. He could not sit still during the ceremony, I’ll tell you that.
And I got Josh to finally look over at me. It took a good 30 minutes.
Harrison with the princ.
On Saturday we headed to the farmer’s market. It was a blast. So much fun energy.
The Chocolate Conspiracy. I kind of love the name. But the chocolate sample we tried was a no go. (The Wild Spice. Why didn’t I go with the other two?)
I. Loved. This. Pink teapot wind chime. I will be making this. Plus, it sounded so beautiful.
Hi, I have a puppet and a giant mouth. I’m going to eat you with my laugh.
Yes, puppet, I understand your problems. Tell me more.
Sophisticated Spencer, sophisticated puppet, who may be singing opera.
Sweet Salt Lake. Fresh Mint Limeade. (This stuff was bomb and looked so easy to make. We’ll have to try it on our own, right, Spence?)
Handmade journals. My fav is the back left one–the orange binding and the yellow kitchen diagram thing.
i. want. orange. backpack.
this just looked like a fun booth. so here’s a picture. so there. plus it smelled
delicious scrumptious. (spencer says scrumptious, not delicious.)
i love this girl being forced to play the violin with a scowl on her face.
i took a few pictures of her because she’s got that hot barn girl look. totally crushing on her. plus, it was a cool booth.
limeade girl. she has not peed herself. this group was a bunch of dorks. they talked about being as capable as orangutans (i have spent five minutes with spencer trying to figure out how to spell this and i’m thoroughly disgusted that i have pronounced “orangutans” as “orangutangs” with a good G at the end. ugh.).