I spent the whole weekend at an intensive writing workshop in my town, at my university. It was a national conference, but you know my lazy, flight-phobic ass would never go unless it was literally in my backyard. But it was! So I went! And I am excited about my Planned Parenthood book again.
We also went out for a friend's birthday and had a completely awesome time. I wore a super slutty dress and heals and we stopped by the conference reception on the way where I was horribly over dressed. But it doesn't matter because we took no pictures of the whole night.
I have actually been way off my photo game lately. Or maybe no one has done anything cute. Yeah. It's probably that one.
This morning, I realized two things at once. First of all, I forgot to pack lunches last night. Second, these are my LAST PLANET BOXES OF THE YEAR because tomorrow the boys need paper-sack-field-trip-lunches and Wednesday, we are bringing Harry's class pizzas to celebrate the big 0-9, and I promised Jack I would come eat Subway with him. That only leaves Thursday, which is the last day, early dismissal, and a champagne picnic at the park with friends. So today, the last bentos of the school year.
And on another note, these lunch boxes are amazing. I did not even get that sick of packing lunches, and the boys only bought hot lunch ONE TIME all year.