Anyway…the BBQ we went to was so much fun--so much fun, in fact, that Stella peed her pants three times. Yes. Three. Times. (Rompers with buttons all the way down the front are all fun and games until your four-year-old waits until the very last minute to go potty and then has to undo five buttons.) Apparently, it wasn't her fault, though, because she was "having too much fun and was distracted by all the kids". On another note, the home that we were at had an amazing outdoor living space complete with a table and chairs, a couch, and a gas fire pit. (What's better than making s'mores without smelling like fire, am I right?) Anyway, this got me dreaming about having my own outdoor space, which I really, really want. I know that is very shocking to you all, but I do. And don't worry, I already have the entire thing designed. The plans are safe and sound in my brain waiting to come to fruition. There are all sorts of plans in there, as you can imagine. And now, I just wait for a generous passerby looking unload a ton of cash. Know anyone?
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