It's cold, and I have a cold. Coincidence?

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

I'm not gonna lie. Today hasn't been great.

 

First of all, it's been a really long weekend. I hardly remember these crazy cats I spend my weekdays with! Dames and Neenee? Who named these people?!?

 

Secondly, you didn't pack my crocs.

 

I recognize that it's 12 degrees today, but just LOOK. I had to dig out Dames' just to have some decent footwear.

 

I tried coffee and everything--nothing could snap me outta my snotty funk.

 

We had a little snack while we got reacquainted, but then Neenee's all, "HOW do you guys put more crumbs on the floor than in your mouths?" (Can you see the floor? Maybe she's right. But prolly not. We're very neat.)

 

Anyway, Neenee really didn't want to take us out in these stupid-cold temps, so we stayed in. She tried a dance party, but I was like this, "WHO EVEN LIKES TAYLOR SWIFT ANYWAY? She's causing such a commotion on Spotify, I've really lost interest in her as an artist."

 

So, we did puzzles instead.

 

We worked on this set here that allowed us to review colors and shapes, but I just wanted to pretend all the purple circles were cookies.

 

Look! Neenee caught exactly ONE smile today! Hope she's not expecting more post-nap... I couldn't even handle my binky. (I mean, I tried, but I'm so congested, I sounded like Darth Vader trying to breathe. Colds are the worst!)