I was having dinner with a four year old the other night. She looked at me, got up real close and whispered, “What are those spots in your face? Did you get a dog bite?”
Talk about shade.
Yesterday was National Parent’s Day and I totally spaced it. But it’s okay because the whole world (or nation I guess) forgot too. That’s what happens when Snapchat filters are my source on what random holiday we’re supposed to be celebrating!
But it’s never too late to do something nice, right? And I have actually been waiting for an excuse to talk about my parents because…listen…not to brag…but my parents are the shiz.
I recently read an article that said women today aren’t womanly enough. It was discussing the decline of marriage, something about how since women are so into careers and independence, men are feeling a little abandoned and suddenly not needed. And if they’re not needed by women then why even bother with women?
I’ve been thinking a lot about consumerism. I’ve been thinking about waste. Environmental footprints. Production. I’ve been thinking about the food we eat, the products we buy, the things we expect. In the wake of a lot of ~things~, I’ve been thinking about how we treat this world and each other and our expectation of how we should be treated in return.
I guess you could say I’ve been thinking a lot.
If you think this blog post hasn’t been in my drafts folders for years and years and years then you don’t know me at all. Because this is a day I have anticipated, hoped for, and prayed for; this is the day dreams come true.
I, Shelby Boyer, lover of puppy parades and follower of more canines than humans, finally got a dog.
I love birthdays. People make fun of me for how much I love birthdays. I drag my birthday out so much no one even knows when my real birthday is. Why exactly am I like this? Beats me.
I mean, you know I love being extra, so that could be part of it.
There ain’t no party like a Boyer-Polo party because a Boyer-Polo party features ALL THE THINGS!
Dancing! Donuts! Cotton Candy! Jdawgs! A photo booth that maybe sort of worked!