Apple Pie Prayers

I ate apple pie for breakfast.

I suppose I justified it by telling myself all kinds of silly trifles, like: "An apple is a fruit, Leish, so this is actually healthy." And, "Life is short, so just eat the pie. It's really not a big deal..."

But in actuality, you guys, as I shoveled that warm cinnamon-y goodness into my mouth I realized something: I feel sad. I feel alone. (And that was why I was eating the pie!)

Bridget and Lambs and DI...OH MY!

I suppose it was my friend McKenzie who inspired my idea for Bridget's Halloween costume.

We were at a social media conference--enjoying turkey sandwiches and eclairs at the lunchtime break--when we started talking about our kids. Eventually the topic of Bridget's crazy, naturally curly hair came up. (It is always a conversation starter!)