borrowed my daughter’s bedazzled hair barrette and wore it out in public,
ran inside, pushing the stroller, frantically, during a thunderstorm,
mooned people, when my pants fell down, when I ran inside, pushing the stroller, frantically, during a thunderstorm,
dried tears,
startled my daughter with my “Riff Raff” impersonation from Rocky Horror,
baked chocolate truffle brownies,
ate chocolate truffle brownies,
supervised a play-date between my daughter and my dogter,
taught my husband the difference between Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel,
choreographed a spontaneous family dance routine to “Hakuna Matata” (I was Timon),
fried squash blossoms
(or, actually, watched my dad as he fried squash blossoms. I did partake in the squash blossoms. I also squeezed the lemon juice onto the squash blossoms.),
had 2 sips of wine (I know, big TIME),
killed a mosquito with my bare hands,
read nursery rhymes
and
picked a nose that was not my own,
and not in that order.