Have I officially turned into a middle-aged southern lady? I hung this Easter wreath on my front door Saturday morning to kick off a day of spring cleaning. Buck took Fawn to the farm bright and early -- which gave me a day to myself. While my fantasy day would have consisted of: a latte at Starbucks with a copy of US Weekly or People in hand, followed by a mani/pedi and an afternoon of shopping, reality presented different plans. Reality: four loads of laundry, gathering all of my donations for Junior League's Bargain Carousel, finishing Fawn's baby book, and prepping Fawn's new big boy room. Whew! But, let me tell you, it's amazing how much you can accomplish when you don't have two little hands creating a tornado in their wake.
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