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Over the weekend, we learned a scary tale. 

Perfect for telling around the next campfire, 

or to anyone with an unrelenting bout of baby fever.

It's called,

"The Daylight Savings Sunday In Which Your Child Begins His Morning At Four O' Heck No Clock"

{shout out to benjamin franklin, late football games, and half a dilly bar for creating that perfect trifecta} 

Pro: I had plenty of time to actually do my hair before church*

Con: I had pleeeeeeeenty of time.

*In this case, any pro involving my flat iron meeting the hairs on my head definitely wins. 

...

So, maybe my version of day-seizing today aspires to involve crossing a few (hundred) things off of my to-do list. Realistically, more like one thing. Really realistically, half a thing. Or maybe it will be spent admiring my unwashed yet slightly bedhead infused post-styled mane in the mirror and sharing another dilly bar with The Bean. 

Somehow in my mind, they are all of equal importance?

Whatever you're up to, I hope it's full of silver linings and good hair and brings you as much joy as a giggly baby flying into a pile of fluffy pillows. 

 xoxo

{Bon Bon}