cookies!

(And the picture of me is blurry on purpose, so that the spare tire I'm wearing around my middle will be camouflaged. No, I'm lying. Actually I forgot to take my camera off the macro focus setting.)

myself a little nostalgic.

Child me is perplexed by adult me's ability to ride in the backseat of a car with steamed up windows and NOT have the urge to write and draw designs with my finger.

(Those circles were made in the summer months, from the suction cups of Mog's sunshade hanging in the window.)