Another thing I forgot to mention about this 180 degree personality shift from crafter to health enthusiast in the warmer months is that I become somewhat of a party girl. But not the beer pounding kind, but a shrimp pounding kind in fiesta fashion.
But don't get me confused for the Paris Hilton partying type because as soon as I start feeling "cool" again some flying object (sand, mini monster truck, poop or something that appears to be poop) is often making a landing on my face.
Ah, the sweet smell of humility.
And while everyday can't possibly be a party, not even a fiesta, at least we can decorate it as such and feel like a fiesta, or possibly a siesta.
Photos and super-nifty party decor by Short Cake.
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