Ah, Labor Day Weekend. Congratulations to the American worker for your economic achievements. It is because of your diligence that our country is in such great shape today. Wait a second. Did you just say that our country isn’t in such great shape today? North Korea who? DACA what? Harvey and Irma and our president is, well, Donald Trump?! I hope everyone was able to find a bit of peace and comfort over the weekend. All we can do is our best. I ate a raspberry-filled jelly donut and for roughly 37 seconds, nothing else mattered.
Harper went to a party on Saturday, which led Meredith to invite a friend out for dinner and exploring. We ended up at Mangia, where the girls ate bricks of spaghetti at a table for two. (Big glob of spaghetti baked into the shape of a brick. Life is magic.)
After dinner, we walked. As we walked, I started feeling nostalgic for the time Jeff and I lived in the city.
We eventually made our way over to a record store. A record store that had ZERO copies of Loveless.
(Watch the video. I wish we all lived the way AKR did.)
Paper Cranes. Fold 1,000 and a wish will come true.