Friday Flotsam

So I’m a couple of flotsam days late. Will you flotsam forgive me?

Isn’t it so cool that these tree and nature photos are the very first ones you’ve seen yet this fall? Or probably ever!? I don’t know how I do it.

I will say, it’s absolutely insane in KC right now. The colors, the temperatures, The Royals, everyone’s mood, it’s electric! You can’t feel it, it’s electric! You gotta feel it, it’s electric! Ooh, it’s shakin’, it’s electric!

I’ll stop.

So all went well at Chopped Con this weekend! I didn’t say armpit, boob, or toot on stage. I’m calling this life success.

However, I did wear high heel boots two days in a row and now my feet are dying from botulism. Or walking too much. Something.

But I’m not complaining! The show must go on.

That was me in the airstream photo booth thingy. I think I was singing, “I’mmmmm every woman. It’s all in meeeeeeeee,” as everyone was running as far away from me as possible. I’m so good at making friends!

Just thought you might want to spend a little time with my nostrils.

This is my life, every.single.day.

Last weekend we went to Arkansas for my SIL’s baby shower. I was in charge of making the mimosas. Which I felt like I was doing a great job until my other SIL (the one not pregnant) leaned over the counter and said, “I’ll take one, but with less OJ.” To which I responded, “Right?!” with a wink. And then it got me thinking, “Wait, am I horrible at making mimosas? I’m trying to be good here! Should I not be so good? Maybe she’s actually really good at making mimosas and I’m really bad. Or maybe I’m actually the one good at making mimosas and she’s not so good. Or maybe she thinks she’s really good at making mimosas and she’s actually not. Or maybe she thinks I’m super lame at making mimosas when in actuality I’m the good one! Maybe I just need another mimosa.”

Obviously, Will is beyond thrilled with bubble machines.

I don’t say things like “warms my heart” very often, but here goes. This photo of my father-in-law holding Natalie on his shoulders in this little Arkansas fall wonderland throws my heart into a bonfire and leaves it there to die forever.

And I’ll leave you with one more photo of babies in leaves. Because you’ve never ever seen a photo of babies in leaves, I’m sure of it.

pee.ess. I know it looks cold since Nat has a hat on, but it was actually beautifully lukewarm! They have no shoes on, and I know you’re calling the cops of me, but no need, man. No need.

Fun week coming up! I have a seriously serious personal story coming your way, and a post that rhymes with Smaby Mood, but I don’t want to give anything away.

Get Sunday’d!